She and her husband had provided him a safe place to break down and cry, after the Village. She's aware enough of how painful it's been for him. She feels guilty, for continuing to advocate for volunteering for such excursions. Sacrificing herself and her loved ones' physical and mental wellbeing for a doomed ship that nobody wanted to be on.

That last excursion had been particularly traumatizing. Even morseo when learning it hadn't even been enough. Not that it would have made any difference. It all would have ended all the same.

She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to picture Phil's face. His smile. Wishing she could imagine it happier than the tired worn edges. "Didn't know you two were friends," she comments softly. "Glad he had more people, looking out for his wellbeing."