It's easy for him to feel youthful again, or a bit, as much as he can at the least, when he's got fresh new faces above such an old and familiar vessel like this. Kenzi was one of the easiest choices he ever made, and certainly one of those most obvious. Fresh-faced and loud and fierce in a lot of ways. She made up half her words and they spent the most of their time trying to out-reference each other, it was like a match made in heaven.

And her smile. The thing that'd sealed it. Well, there was her usual smile, absolutely, but it was the other one, when she'd asked after Amy and he'd shaken his head, "no," "well," "just me now," and she'd smiled this secret little thing that was wry and tired and apologetic in a lot of ways that she usually didn't exude. Some side to her not too many people got to see, he felt like, and so the next thing he'd said had been a no-brainer: "But we could always remedy that."

He squints his eyes at the screen here and now. "Aah, and that's actually- a meteor, let's forget that one, terrain like spongecake," his fingers touch hers and budge her over the smallest bit to a slightly larger blip, just as purple. "But maybe what it's orbiting! How much d'you know about Celestior?"