The laugh, this time, is much closer to a snort -- and much louder. She sounds like three-quarters of Galactica's crew right then; only a mutiny managed to shake Gaeta's reputation as an uptight rules-and-regs lawyer. Ripley doesn't need to know (yet) that's what finally dislodged the aforementioned stick.

The rest, though...

One corner of his mouth lifts, though it's not quite a smile. "You might have to get a few drinks in me first," he says. "But... maybe. Yeah. I suspect we've got more than space travel in common, too. And in the meantime -- "

His smile straightens out as he pats his satchel. "Thanks for the rock."