She caught the interest, and the woman's surface thoughts. But didn't say anything. It wasn't exactly a situation that bore too much conversation, was it? Nova would have told her about how they'd exhausted Old Earth's supplies and been forced to find new planets as well, but then she would have had to explain how she knew what was on the woman's mind. And she didn't feel like doing that. Not unless she had to. It hadn't been an easy colonisation of course, but then, humans were nothing if not hardy creatures.

Inara's statement got a sort of callous shrug though. "Maybe. Even if humans find a way not to figh themselves, I doubt the alien problem will go away so easily. And even if it does, humans are bound to pull something stupid against them eventually. Seems to be their nature to hate an fear things they can't comperehend." She sighed, letting her words be the only articulation of the woman's thoughts she would let pass.

"You're not mising any wonders, trust me. The view isn't that great, not while we're underway anyway. The only thing that might be of interest is Stacy's rather extensive Media Library." She caught that thought as well, making her pause inwardly. Who did she have to mourn for? Would she mourn anyway? Had she ever cared for anyone enough to mourn? Did she even know how? The questions came unbidden to her mind and she frowned slightly. Maybe associating with this woman wasn't the best of ideas. She'd never had such thoughts before. The raw emotion that Inara felt, leaking through Nova's periphiral senses didn't seem to help either.

She leaned out to set her cup down as well, giving it a critical eye. "Yes, I suppose that's why. It's hard to really tell how bad a thing is until you experience something better." A pause. "Or worse. But then, people are ungrateful, unappreciative creatures after all."