[He'd be correct in his assumption-- having woken up with nothing but a robe, she had no access to her tool to summon her SAM suit with, leaving her not only powerless beyond her own naturally enhanced perception, but scared. She'd always wanted to live a life that felt normal, far outside of her role as a weapon of war, but she still needed her suit in order to exist under the shackles of her sickness safely. Without that asset here with her, she didn't know what to expect of her state of being, and the mere thought of it had been making her dig her fingers into the sand next to her progressively deeper throughout the starry evening, scratching and itching at the surface as if it could ease her anxiety.

And yes, it was far too late to have any further debates after how their last major conversation ended. Agree to vehemently disagree, but a conversation is a conversation no matter with whom it happened to be in a situation such as this. They could wax philosophical and speak civilly about the night sky, that'd suit her fine... it's only as awkward as they choose to make it.]

There was a planet once where I stood and watched the stars above as I was surrounded by blinking fyreflies. By a certain point as they rose through the night sky, I almost couldn't tell the difference between which was which anymore. That's... a fond memory of mine.

[She tilts her head at him curiously.]

And you? What do you see?