[ In a place like this, it's hard to judge someone for not having a cozy place filled with knickknacks and the detritus of personal life. Their supplies are limited, and it seems like none of them ever arrive with much in the way of possessions. And what they do find...

Her question bothers him. Or perhaps it's not the question but the answer, something about his past tugging at threads he'd rather be left untouched. She's tempted to pull it back and declare he doesn't need to talk about it, but then he answers and her suspicions are confirmed.

Something in her softens and aches at the sadness she sees in him, and what she assumes must be a longing for the life he's been torn away from. She knows how that feels, and she can't not feel compassion for someone else who misses being out among the stars. ]

Yeah, there is. [ Lifting her cold hands, she cups them around her mouth and breathes before rubbing them together, trying to force some warmth down into her frozen joints. When she speaks again, that compassion shines through. ] I could tell you aren't from Earth. There's a little something... I'm sorry you're trapped here. This can't be easy for someone who travels like that.