Gaeta exhales a curse between his teeth, even as something in his heart leaps in recognition.

(Among other things: it's the first time he's heard someone mention Earth and not begun to wax rhapsodic about how beautiful it is. It's a odd relief, like someone finally breaking character after sustaining an unfunny joke for too long.)

"I don't think I can say I'm glad to meet someone else from a frakked-up planet," he says. "But... I've been there. I'm sorry."