"Very useful."

Gaeta's wryness coaxes a playfulness from her that simply hadn't been present before. Tensions high, nightmares echoing in the back corners of each person's mind— there was no room for it. It isn't Gaeta who'd brought a Synthetic into her dream, she reminds herself. He's like you. Like many of the Spacers.

Something lifts in her.

"Glad to know someone pulled the stick out of your ass. Don't mention it. You couldn't control who came in or how it happened. Neither could I— and still I wish you hadn't had to see that, so I get it."

Then, teetering on the edge of should and should not, she says, "And, ah, if you ever want to... Talk... about any of that, I'm happy to listen. I have a feeling I'll know exactly what you mean. Just an offer."