[This time, she takes the earpiece, figuring out how to fit it in her ear with only a little fumbling. She has to lean over a little bit to not tug the wire too taught, and ends up adjusting to sit cross-legged facing him instead. It reminds her of lazy evenings with Beka, listening to music from a world long lost, Beka waxing poetic on her favorite artists. Quiet times that she's not sure she'll ever get again even if she does get home.]

Kind of like that, then, yeah. Not the military part, but the moving around a lot. There's just so many places to see, though, how can you stay in one place?

[She makes a tiny face at the smoke but doesn't pull away this time.] I wish I could see it. Flowers are my favorite. There aren't very many of them in space, usually, but the ship I live on now has a whole hydroponics bay filled with them. It's my favorite place on the whole ship.

[She sounds understandably fond, tracing little patterns on the ground in front of her. A few look vaguely like flowers, if drawn by someone with little artistic talent.]

Most people wouldn't know Madonna anymore, I don't think, but Beka really likes Old Earth music. She collects these things. DCs? I think? They're really rare since they're so old, but she's been finding them for years and years.