The observation deck was one of Sam's favorite places to be, in general. Whatever else was different here, space looked a lot alike before you got in close enough to start comparing.

(The lack of a moon orbiting Earth was kind of off-putting, considering that it used to be one of his favorite places when he needed to have a good sulk, but you couldn't win them all.)

So he was stretched out on his back on the deck, hands behind his head, watching the stars, when he heard the footsteps of someone else approaching. "Hey, for not paying attention, you still picked the best view in the house. That's not bad, right?"