Alina smiles, but the sunny, genuine beaming isn't quite there. Too much worry weighs down on her for her to really appreciate it earnestly.

"Don't say that so loudly. Everyone on this ship loves to gossip." Not that she can blame them with little else to do. Still, a joke is easier, than the truth right now when all they have time to do is wait. It's strange to be back in this spot, waiting for life to happen.

And then, ideally, "We'll need better covers eventually." Maybe they should have picked Kaz and Jesper's brains for ideas.