April muttered as the captain left, "It's Reaver threats, now? Someone needs some alone time." 

The pilot listened to Benson's lengthy reply in silence, an expression of confusion steadily growing on her face. When he was finished she turned to address him. "The fuck is a qyoopy particle?" However, when she saw him curled up in a ball, his face a mask of horror, her tone softened. "Hey, easy chief. It's all good. Good to know you can actually talk, yeah? I'm glad you picked this ship too." She smiled and turned back to the controls, giggling slightly at the robotic announcement. "Heh. Thanks, little partner, I was sorta wonderin." Her expression grew flat again. "But seriously, tell me next time you fuck the ship over."

Hannah arrived then and plopped down in a seat, and April spared the girl a warm smile. She didn't really understand the vacant demolitionist, but she could appreciate her endless cheeriness and penchant for breaking things. At least [i]someone[/i] appreciated the work she did flying the ship. April listened to the girl's response and nodded, brows furrowed.

She let out a great breath and spoke. "Gee. Chance, prison, potentials... I don't really think about things like that. But if I had to say... I reckon I'd say space is freedom. You can go anywhere, do anything you want, see anything you want. It's a... a chance for a new start, for all of us. A place we can go where nobody can tell us what to think or do or say. Where we can... live the way we was meant to. Free and easy, without big governments and judges and captains getting their dicks in our business, fuckin' things up for all of us." She paused. "Not makin' sense, am I?"