"... less explore an' more plunder, pirate and party."

Space isn't exploring to him, but he remembers the way Peter reacted and he thinks he can sort of get why it seems that way to a planetbound people. To someone who hasn't ever heard of anyone going off world.

She takes his hand and he looks... panicked? Confused? Lost? He has big hands, heavily calloused and scarred form decades of engineering and fighting. "S'okay. Was my fault. Di'n't mean ta, but I started the mut'ny."