Why the hell would a lack of sky make her feel better? The sky on Earth isn't right either, the light spectrum harsher and colder and just off enough to set her on edge every single day, along with everything else on that wretched planet, though her weird new human eyes insist it's fine. But that's still better than no sky at all, no weather patterns, no stars. She stares at the skeleton with a new expression of offended incredulity until he goes ahead and changes the topic again. Some kind of conversational acrobat, this one.

"A really sharp tool, are you?" she quips with a roll of her eyes. "They're useless and cloying, the lot of them, with their public transport and their smalltalk and their thin skins. Try teaching them basic physics on a regular basis and you'll agree with me." This conversation desperately needs coffee. She drops the knife on the counter and sets about heating water. Instant coffee, this really is a prison. "They wouldn't know the meaning of true adversity if they looked it up in a dictionary," she mutters disdainfully. Lucky bastards.