"S'not rude," Anne says with a faint smile. She don't know if she'll ever get used to people being so polite to her, worrying about offending her. Questions don't bother her, but it makes them feel better when they're asked like that, like it's her that matters more than the answers.

"Not as many as you might think," she says. "Mostly just the one, that's where we got our start. The Ranger, she was called." Those aren't particularly happy memories, considering how it all ended, but she still feels the tug of fondness, thinking of those early days, her and Jack struggling to carve out a space for themselves.

"Only a few others after that," she says, a bit vague. Not sure she wants to talk about the Colonial Dawn, which wasn't hers at first. Not sure she wants to talk about anything that followed, either. Or the ship where she might've met her end, if they hadn't been brought here.

"They are cool," she adds, the slang still feeling a bit unnatural to her. "Never felt so free as on a ship." She misses that most of all, more than anything; the open water, the curving horizon, the possibilities, Jack at her side. Being near the water helps, but it can only help in small pieces. She wonders if Saoirse feels the same, in some way.