"Space run," she echoed, still disturbed enough by the thought to draw her hand away from the glownie and clasp her hands together, glancing up at the night sky.

"That's ... really something that happens, isn't it? Got dam. Where I'm from you have to undergo a lot of rigorous training to go into space. Is it like that here? What did y'all have to do?"

The glownie bumps her hip, hoping for either more affection or mint - or both - and she gives it a rueful little smile, the way some people look at dogs when they know they're trying to be comforting, before stooping down for another handful of mint.