[ Monika has to hold her tongue, too. She'd been automatically about to gush over how perfect it'd be to experience something like that with him. Sitting together, his arms encapsulating her--or maybe he'd be full size and it'd be his hands? Either way, she'd be on him somewhere. It'd be a soft moment. So intimate. And...!

Nooooo. No! She already established that can't be a thing. At least she can still dream about it. Dreams aren't illegal, thankfully. ]

That'd be nice.

[ That's a safe, neutral statement. Perfect! So, she'll move on. He makes that pretty easy by acting as if space travel is about as interesting as watching paint dry. She sits up slightly, giving him an incredulous stare. ]

Ohhhh, okay. I guess we're going to pretend something that cool is [ She mocks his voice and monotone: ] "nothing that special" and "mundane."

[ He gets a conk on the forehead for that. This is the kind of thing that has people primed to hate aliens! ]

Don't act so superior! Yeah, of course it's wild to me! Sure, it'd be scary and I'd probably freak out a little, but being in space? Experiencing things only a few humans have? [ She glances upward. ] I'd love to do it, at least once. Just to...see the things I wasn't meant to.

[ Dorothy had it right. She could leave a lot behind way above, over the rainbow. ]