[ She laughs, then goes back to her comfortable position at his side. ] So dramatic...

[ And, for once, he's willing to admit to being a jerk. That feels great. He should do that more often.

Then he goes and drops another bomb. A spaceship? With him? A ride! (No, not that kind of a ride.) A ride in a ship! (Again, not that kind of ride. Stop thinking about that kind!) Anyway...space travel! Being alone with him! Then there's a loud record scratch in her head.

With...friends? Why would they do that--oh.

Well, then. Things are awkward again, just in a different way. She doesn't sit up to stare at him. For one, she's too comfortable, but mainly, she figures if he saw her face, he'd have no trouble reading how awkward she's feeling. ]

That'd be nice. [ Safe! Neutral! ] I don't know if any of my friends would want to come, though. None of them seem like the spacefaring type.

[ He's talking about all the friends she's made here, right? She's going to keep assuming that. She never had friends before coming here! ]

Maybe you could find some?

[ She says to the mech that doesn't leave her side every time he shows up... ]