Re-entry

Mel grumbled as she stared at her PDA, the moon shuttle was packed. Between the chatty pilot, grumbling scientists and screaming tourists she was struggling to focus on her work.
"...and if you look out the port side windows you'll be able to see Earth!" the overly chatty pilot continued, triggering a rush over to the windows on the left of the cabin as the blue marble came gliding into view. Mel remained seated, quietly scrolling through files and news. It was just Earth, she'd seen it plenty of times.

"OK folks, we're preparing for re-entry, please make sure all harnesses are fastened, all luggage is stowed, and that window blinds are closed. Thank you!" there was a soft click and the pilot stopped talking, finally.
Mel locked her harness in place and glanced over at the passenger in the seat next to her, they seemed to be having some trouble, but it was quickly solved by a passing attendant.
"You sure did fasten that up quickly! Not your first flight?" the passenger chuckled, looking over at Mel. A large man, wolf of some kind, the harness stretched out over his belly, but he had a soft face and a soft smile.
"I have a fair bit of experience." she responded, not letting much on.
"Glad to hear it! What's re-entry like?" he asked, craning his neck to look around the cabin.
"Ever been in an aeroplane landing in a cross wind during a thunderstorm?" she queried, glancing over at him as he settled in his seat.
"Once or twice, it's not nice..." he blinked a few times, like he was trying to process just how bad this could be.
"Re-entry is worse, it's always worse," she seemed to chuckle as she said it, "Don't worry though, it's over as quickly as it begins."
Mel didn't actually mind re-entry, sure it was rough, and could get a bit hot, and the world around you felt like it could fall apart at any second. But it meant she was going home. Real gravity, real sunlight, real food. The bumpy ride was just the sign that she would soon be stepping out onto good old Terra firma.

It was actually a surprisingly smooth re-entry, at least by her standards. The orbital tether caught them and decelerated them to entry speeds and there wasn't much turbulence on the way down. Not missing the tether, or getting sick from g-shift because the grav-mesh malfunctioned... or having another passenger vomit on her put it in her top 10.
"I see what you meant..." the wolf next to her slowly withdrew his claws from the armrests.
Mel was already unbuckling her harness, her eyes darted across to the wolf and back, "Believe it or not, that was the smoothest re-entry I've ever experienced." 
"I don't think space travel is for me then!" a bit of humour returned to the wolf's tone. 
"Be proud of yourself, you didn't throw up on me!" Mel returned the humorous tone.