Greg sits with a long sigh of release. Nothing on this ship is likely to measure up to the luxury of what Virgo provided, but in this moment it's maybe the nicest, comfiest seat he's ever had.

Somehow, the thought that Luce pilfered a bunch of goods before her escape doesn't surprise Greg in the slightest. He wonders if Blanche even noticed. Probably not. "Can we do that? Visit each other's... planets? I mean, this is a space ship, but are they willing to let us take tours and stuff?" A few months ago, just the notion would have made him ecstatic. Right now, he's just homesick.