While Ava arranges the blanket around herself, Zivia takes the seat opposite her and settles down with a sigh of her own. She gives a rueful smile and nod to the first thing Ava says; it's very familiar to her.

(It wasn't when she was Ava's age, though, or at least her best guess at Ava's age. She wonders if there might not be some kind of chronic illness involved.)

"Missing friends -- from the ship, you mean? I'm sorry, that sounds rough."