Dave isn't necessarily the most tactful person, so it's a good thing she pushes on ahead. He might have asked, otherwise.

"Don't actually wait for a rainy day," he advises as the lift doors finally open again on the Hab Deck, suddenly unsure if she actually got it or not. She looks like she's from, what, like feudal Japan or something? "This is space. It doesn't actually rain, unless this universe has some horrific spacefuture rain that is probably made of acid or something."

And as an added distraction from the subject of her son, the Hab Deck now stretches out before them: an expanse of various environments, cityscape, and more.