She didn't spend long looking at the trading post. She's been to her fair share, knows what they tend to be like. That doesn't really hold her interest.

The nebula, on the other hand...well, it's been awhile since she's seen one this pretty. It's comforting, familiar. At this point, the vast emptiness of space is more at home to her than being stuck planetside. Space is infinite roads, pure possibility.

Planets tend to all have the same problems.

So while she's aware of the guy moving over close to her to look, she doesn't engage until he does, and she finally looks at him, and for a brief moment, she thinks about walking away, or just ignoring him. But...fuck it, if her recent experiences with a team, a team that's not here haven't left her feeling just a titch lonely.

Damn it. Not long ago that wouldn't have bothered her. She was never sentimental about leaving when she had to. Going back to Earth has thrown her off her game.

"Yeah, it's...it is beautiful." She says, turning back to the view, her voice altered and synthesized by the mask that has not come off since she woke up in the medbay, the smooth, shiny faceplate with the single red optic in the center.

She shrugs to herself. "Dunno about that. Need to ask one of those Ascendants, I guess."