She's tied --
to the ship, their schemes, them, bound by chains of her own making, but chains nevertheless. A part of her thinks she can still extricate herself, but while her mind is what it's always been, her mobility is -- not.
Gravity is the force of attraction between two entities.
Proud of her ability to defy it, she used to be, but this particular body is not just making her circle warily in his orbit like the crew of Moya. No, he's spun her ever closer, drawn her in, captured her.
She's tied down, but Sikozu is soaring.