[ He nods at her approval, though she's right; it doesn't really matter so much whether she likes the name or not. He's almost too homesick to care. At the same time, though... it's nice to hear. He'd seconded the name Rocinante as soon as Cap had said it; they're kinda famous, back home. It's good to know that, you know. It's a good name. Traverses universes, or whatever.
His eyes focus again at her question. Wouldn't have thought it would need to be asked, but yeah, it does from her perspective, doesn't it? He remembers how she'd first looked at his space, the questions she'd had there. Remembers what it was like back home, when space travel seemed like an unobtainable pipe dream. So. ]
Yeah. Inside her, but yeah. She's bigger. 46 metres long, enough to house a crew. [ A real crew, not just the four people she carries when he's back home. It's practically spacious with so few people around; a luxury to have that combined with actually enjoying said people's company. ] Spent most of my life in the night sky.
[ He involuntarily looks up, as though he can see the stars past the sun's light here. Not that they're the same stars. Amos isn't prone to fantasy, either — he knows how vast the universe is, knows that he's a needle in a haystack, knows that even if he's able to get back up there, his chances of finding his people again are next to nothing. A rounding error. Blinks, looks back at Hime. ]
Do you... [ He starts. Stops. Starts again, ] Mitera. Is that where you lived?
[ Recalling her travelling crystal with the dragonets somehow inside of it is weird to him, but hey, probably no less weird than living in space is to her. He can adjust to the idea easily enough. ]
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His eyes focus again at her question. Wouldn't have thought it would need to be asked, but yeah, it does from her perspective, doesn't it? He remembers how she'd first looked at his space, the questions she'd had there. Remembers what it was like back home, when space travel seemed like an unobtainable pipe dream. So. ]
Yeah. Inside her, but yeah. She's bigger. 46 metres long, enough to house a crew. [ A real crew, not just the four people she carries when he's back home. It's practically spacious with so few people around; a luxury to have that combined with actually enjoying said people's company. ] Spent most of my life in the night sky.
[ He involuntarily looks up, as though he can see the stars past the sun's light here. Not that they're the same stars. Amos isn't prone to fantasy, either — he knows how vast the universe is, knows that he's a needle in a haystack, knows that even if he's able to get back up there, his chances of finding his people again are next to nothing. A rounding error. Blinks, looks back at Hime. ]
Do you... [ He starts. Stops. Starts again, ] Mitera. Is that where you lived?
[ Recalling her travelling crystal with the dragonets somehow inside of it is weird to him, but hey, probably no less weird than living in space is to her. He can adjust to the idea easily enough. ]