[ He has no clue what the stiffness to her shoulders is about. So, this Stark guy means something. Obviously — otherwise she wouldn't have asked about him — but beyond that, he's got nothing. As far as Amos knows, he's just, well... ]

Kinda talks a lot, doesn't he? Like he's always got somewhere to be, even though there isn't anything here.

[ Seriously, place is dull as shit most of the time. Amos finds it a lot easier to just go at the pace the commune seems to have set, which is pretty relaxed. It's really not so bad at all when he thinks of it like that.

The rest of her words confirm it for him — he's still pretty alone when it comes to being from a spacefaring universe. Mathematically, it makes sense, he figures. Humanity's still in the process of colonizing space where he's from. Taking all of history, all of the possibilities into account, there are a hell of a lot more people who have probably never made it off the planet.

Astronaut inspires a slight tilt of the head, though. ]

Technically, I guess. Word doesn't get a whole lot of play where I'm from. I'm more of a mechanic. [ A beat. ] Name's Amos.