Aeneas shook his head, eyes creasing with a smile. Usually those that he talked to didn’t immediately offer to elaborate about their daily lives—though it didn’t take much to get them to do so.

“None that are extremely pressing, no,” the alien purred, casting Katara a curious glance with lavender eyes, “Although you mentioned your mentor…am I right to say she came from a planet of deserts?”

Perhaps it was a small meatship after all.