“You live on a spaceship?” His eyes widen; it sounds very impressive to him, who grew up when Star Wars was a huge deal in pop-culture. “That’s fucking badass.” There’s so much he wants to ask her about that: What's space like? Has she met aliens?

This is so crazy. Adia’s nice, and from outerspace. He doesn’t deserve this. Doesn’t deserve to hangout with nice spacegirls. He killed a pregnant lady, shouldn’t he be in Hell? Not that he really believes in God, but still. The universe is fucked up.

“What do most people do when they first get here?” he asks. Fucking freak out, probably. Under different circumstances, he’d be like that too. He’s asking more about what they do after the initial freak out, though. While he does feel strongly about being a piece of shit unworthy of human compassion, he still wants information. Pamphlets can't tell him everything.