It's... interesting, hearing this person know for certain that he's dead where he came from. And yet, alive here, without doubt.

He simply accepts it, nodding once.

"The name for it is the Morpho. After the iridescent blue butterfly on my world. It was a gift from my late fiancée. We wanted to travel together."

He regards the vessel thoughtfully.

"I have been using this ship for about two-hundred and forty years now. None of the parts are really original anymore."