Groundsider

Near the main airlock she foimd Tregare arguing loudly with persons she had never seen—groundsiders here, she thought.

Coming back groundside, you always felt the dissociation. They shouldn't have brought him all the way back here; they should have left him out at a Jupiter station, or somewhere his own kind were. These groundsiders were the real aliens. He couldn't make any connections with contemporary Earth—this wasn't the America he remembered.

Trinli paused a second, holding his place with one hand while his whole body quivered with the need for crampons and ropes, and pitons driven solid into the walls around him. Lord. It had been a long time since his groundsider orientation had come back this strongly. He moved forward. Forward. Not up.

The server was cute, and I wondered how she got here, because her physique was groundsider, even more than mine. She had a wedge do with blond highlights and was cheerful without being icky.