"Huh," is all Amos can offer at first. He knew some of them had gone back to the Horizon, but hearing it affirmed is something different; a verbal confirmation that he's been missing out, not that he particularly minds. There's also the idea of going back there knowing who you are, the idea that you can change things.

He sips from his new drink while he thinks it over. Somehow, he'd known enough to create a replica of the Rocinante; it had also really bothered him that he couldn't remember its name when Era— Hime brought it up. But otherwise, for the most part, he'd just existed in a void that, unlike space, had air and didn't have any radiation. It had been fine. He probably wouldn't feel the need to change things too much.

Lucky him, based on Estinien's assessment of what others apparently had to change. Lucky for the both of them, really, if Estinien liked whatever it was he had. Amos hadn't seen, but his words are enough.

He lowers his glass from his lips; idly keeps his hold on it. "You know, I didn't really see a whole lot of anyone else the first time. Kind of kept to myself." Shocker. "That doesn't sound too bad, though. Works with the whole 'keeping in touch over long distances' thing. Hell, you make it sound downright nice."

He sounds contemplative now. Not like Amos had doubted the Horizon's value; more like he just needed an incentive. Estinien's a good sales rep for the kind of shit he likes, apparently. Or at least in this case he is.

"Yeah, alright. You got any tips on how to meditate?"