"Blue butterflies?" There's a flicker of a smile on Ben's thin face. "I saw a swarm of those once with my father, a very long time ago. I don't remember it well, I was only a child and a very different person, but they were beautiful. Interesting coincidence."

Ben doesn't have many pleasant memories, but he clings hard to the ones there are. That's one of them, foggy and half-formed though it may be.

He closes his eyes when Glenn mentions that his fiancee is dead, presumably. "That was a good gift she gave you, and I'm sure she'd be pleased that you're taking such good care of it."

When Glenn mentions the age of the ship, he listens to the explanation, interested.

"I have a ship here, though I don't travel with it. There hasn't really been any need to."