"Jesus, how much culture do you think I have?"

The answer should be none. Museums weren't a thing, not if you grew up in Charming. Letting her direct him without snappy commentary is hard, but it's space, and cut off from the Sons, it's easier to let go of the whole bullshit macho routine, the casual dismissal.

"Because I work Gunnery." he replies, shrugging, hefting the bow in his hand. "I got a job to do. Shit, I wasn't much of an explorer anyway."