[ Star Trek, huh? Sharon smiles to herself, small and personal, and then it's gone, expression at ease. It kind of is like Star Trek. That's the one with doomed red shirts, she remembers that, and something about earl grey tea but she never got into it. ]

...Yeah, we kind of get to experience all sorts of shit that would have been impossible back home, huh? [ Rhetorical, really. Does that mean she should feel a sense of gratefulness towards the gods? The Door? No. She rubs her hands together briskly. ]

I bet eclipses here are unreal. [ She can only just imagine. Chilly but clearly in a bright mood, she faces George. ] Hey, you think if you ever come across paint in the shops you could grab it for me? I could turn this into something that'd look great on your wall.

[ If life had been normal, maybe she would have become an artist. ]