"Sounds like you've gotten rather comfortable." He spends a few moments looking back toward town, noting the differences. The ones he remembers, anyway, and the ones they can see from here. It's a strange concept, people working to make a dead place livable instead of, well, trying to not be dead.

"Do you plan on staying here, then? Just making the most of it?" It's not a bad plan, just one he doesn't really understand. Didn't they all have things left to do? Which reminds him— enjoy the sudden topic change, Rosinante.

"Did you ever hear anything more about your—" Child. Son. Whatever. "That boy of yours?" Close enough.