"Spacecraft," she repeats, with a little grin. Although it's not the first time she's heard of such things, she's always struck by the idea of driving through the stars. It would not, she's sure, be anything like the Fury Road. Damn, but it sounds like a rush, though. What kind of fuel does a machine like that use, she wonders?

That's just idle curiosity, though, and peppering him with idle questions won't actually help either of them. In any case, she's subtly but deeply flattered by the fact that he's listening to her so attentively. She folds her arms loosely, tapping her right fingers against the metal strut of her prosthesis. "All ages? Elderly and children, too?"

She hesitates, because she shouldn't offer anything too casually, but... "We can probably spare some water, if you get in a bind. You recycle yours, on your ship?"