"Cats tend to have a very direct way of telling you what they think of you," she informed him, matching his smile with one her own. "She cares for you both, which makes sense, but it doesn't change the fact that she loves you dearly, Howard." No, she wasn't going to let this go.

"I've thought about it, but I wouldn't be much use as a medic," she admitted, regret in her voice. "I just don't have the skills or knowledge for it unfortunately. As for gardening, I'd try, but I'd probably kill everything fairly quickly. I've never even tried to do it before and I know almost nothing about plants, except which are poisonous for certain kind of animals." She shook her head then and smiled again, "I'll look more though. It's a big ship. There must be some way for me to be of use. Thank you, Howard. It's a good suggestion."