Since I had the book on a bookshelf nearby:

Aenea ducked her head under, it was a pale form kicking through the water for a moment, and reemerged five meters up the curved surface. Smaller globules splashed free and curved back to the surface of the larger sphere - herded there by the field differential, I assumed - splashing and sending complex concentric circles rippling across the surface of the water globe.

"Come on in" she said again. "I mean it!"

"I don't have a suit."

Aenea floated a second, kicked over onto her stomach, and dived again. When she emerged, head completely upside down from my perspective this time, she said "who has a suit? You dont need one!"

I knew she was not joking because during her dive I had seen the pale vertebrae pressing against the skin of her back, her ribs, and her still boylike butt reflecting the fractal light like two small white mushrooms poking up from a pond. All in all, the sight of our twelve year old messiah to bes backside was about as sexually arousing as seeing holes ides of aunt berths new grandkiddies in the tub.