Yep, floating in the vacuum of space would certainly put an end to most life. Unless his foe was a tardigrade, but somehow she doubts that. (She likes water bears far too much to imagine they could have any blackness in their tiny little bodies.)

Reassured that his people are safe, at least for the time being, she consciously decides to drop the subject of war. She smooths out the kink she left in the strap of her bag, glancing briefly at the terminal screen, wondering what he'll decide to research first. "What's your favorite thing about Earth?" she asks curiously. "Mine is the sea. We live on an island, and the water around us is the bluest I've ever seen."