She had chuckled when Pidge went on about the mice, and even though Pidge wasn't smiling by the time she'd finished talking, Ana still smiled fondly.

"Your father was some sort of astronaut, then? You sound very proud of him."

It sounded like Pidge's problem had something to do with her father, at the very least. She wouldn't try to pry too deeply, but to Ana, it was always better to let things out than bottle them in.

She'd done the latter for 7 years after getting shot and losing her eye. It wasn't the greatest idea ever.