Stay here. He hadn't really considered that. Not that Rosinante is suggesting they remain in Beacon forever, but being content with that lot for any matter of time, playing the game of 'wait and see', that hasn't even been an option. More time is nice, yes, but he'd planned on spending that time, nearly every minute of it, trying to find a way to leave here safely. He hadn't planned on getting comfortable, on waiting for things to grow back. On going sailing.

But time is relative, right?

"Well... I suppose so. We've as much time for that as anything else." He looks out over the lake, trying to imagine it as anything other than forbidding. It's not so hard. Just like terraforming, really.

"I think I'd like that. The sailing. Though I don't think either of us know how to swim, so you'd better not sink us." It's half gentle ribbing and half statement of fact. "And I'm afraid it will be a while before I can reciprocate. My world's version of sailing is perhaps a bit more complicated."