Marco wasn't sure what to say at first. The constellations weren't anything like he remembered from home, which made sense being in a different world, but it just reminded him how far from his crew and the people he was supposed to protect he really was. Even now, with a second chance, he couldn't do much to help Ace other than watch over.

"Fine," he lied dryly, ignoring the dark nightmares and recurring nightly reminder he couldn't talk to Thatch or see Pops ever again. He turned to face Grell. "You?" It was so much easier to just worry about everyone else.