So how often really did you get to float around like you were in space? Not that often, so West had spent a good ten minutes just doing that, getting the feel of it, trying to figure what sort of movement cause what sort of result, and also, floating around? Good thinking time. He had, once curiosity got the better of him, managed to float downward (or really in-the-direction-he-assumed-was-down, since he'd been thoroughly turned around in the head from all the floating), to investigate what had happened to the floor. It was still THERE, he could feel it, and when he looked he could see, as if suspended in space, the box with their stuff in it safely out of the way but still indisputably on the floor.

It was good to have his bearings, and the other good thing was that he could now USE the floor for leverage, to get some speed and momentum. West formulated a little plan that would in theory involve him launching from floor to ceiling and back again over and over until he'd caught the two needed 'meteors'. The sooner he caught them, the sooner he could mess about for fun, right?

He got his feet situated under him and then with a big push from the floor, sent himself hurtling toward the ceiling with remarkable speed.

.... assuming he didn't get knocked off course by someone flaily of course.