Hannah showed Silas the majority of the ship with the same cheerfulness she showed everything else, chattering constantly and throwing in anecdotes about the various places they visited. Finally, though, she showed him his quarters—not much of one, more like a narrow space between bulkheads with a bunk and a tiny locker. 

"Showers are down the hall, cold water only if we even have that," she went on as she ushered Silas inside, ticking points off on her fingers. "You saw the mess hall, we kind of...make our own grub, I don't think we have a cook yet. If you want some of my leftovers , though, you're welcome to them. And...I guess stay out of the bridge unless the Cap wants you there? That sounds good, right?" After frowning at nothing for a moment, trying to remember if there was anything else important, she smiled and clapped the gunsmith on the shoulder. "And that's that. Comm me if you've got questions!"

With that, she left him to it, heading up to the bridge. Since Incident #1 and #2 in the cargo hold, she wasn't allowed down there when they were off-planet, so she usually spent her time in a quiet corner of the bridge—there wasn't nearly enough space in her quarters to fiddle around properly, and she only brought her stuff out into the mess hall when she was absolutely sure no one else was on board. Call her paranoid.

When Hannah actually reached the bridge, she paused in the hatch unnoticed, and she was glad she did. She'd never heard Benson say that many words at once, period—much less look so passionate about them. When his little speech was finished, she was staring at him wide-eyed, hands clasped under her chin with a look that could only be described as star-struck. He cut himself off, though, and she inched forward before dropping into an empty chair.

"I didn't know about QP particles," she said into the silence, folding her legs under her and propping her elbows on her knees. When Garry responded with the time, she smiled, leaning over to gently pet the little mechanical arachnid on one of his larger plates as the Captain stormed out. "I think space is the last great roll of the die," she said simply, propping her chin on a fist, because Benny [i]had[/i] asked a question and she'd never been shy about speaking her mind. "You either get sucked out to die in vacuum, or visit strange new worlds and seek out new lifeforms. It really is all it's cracked up to be."

Hannah smiled, face instantly becoming less serious and more her usual open expression, and gave Garry one last pat before grinning at Benson. "At least we found the Heart of Gold, right? Also, if any of you find a small metal sphere with a blue light on it stuck in a console somewhere up here, please don't touch it."