"I do respect him. He's brash and impulsive but he's also brilliant."

They've moved back into the corridor by now; she links her arm through his (she's sure he would have offered). They start heading back the way they came, she was on her way to the deck for some sun and air before she was so delightfully interrupted.

"So he's on the ship somewhere." She hasn't exactly been tracking him lately; they're not on their own ship, according to him, there's no need to stand on ceremony. They just check in every couple of days.

It'd almost be like a vacation if not for the not being able to contact or return to their proper home.