Hold on to their seats? Oliver thought not. He still was not in a seat, instead opting to idly float around the classroom. If a writing surface became necessary then he would consider the desks, but not yet. And he was wearing a pip that he had picked up outside the door. He didn't know what it meant, but apparently it meant something. Ensign was unknown to him as well.

If they knew the law? Who was Newton? Some sort of police office slash lawmaker? If Admiral Airey did not elaborate then Oliver assumed it was not very important. He certainly did not care enough to raise his hand and ask for clarification. He did, however, raise his hand in order to answer the question. "Meteors are like rocks." Were they rocks? Whatever. "They crash into planets and leave holes in the ground."