"It's a whole freakin' planet, soldado. I'm pretty sure that fits impressive no matter where you're from." A joke, and a mild one at that, punctuated by one coy sideeye as her arms fold neatly across her chest.

By now they're passing a lengthy, illustrative mural— floor to ceiling, an intricate mixture of colors— mostly abstract, but she imagines (like so much else in this place) it's meant to inspire. "Me? I never thought I'd see anything close to the stars in person. At least not outside of a screensaver."

Get it?

No, he probably doesn't.