Diana's face lights up at his answer, a large ship and a crew.

She thinks she'd like that, at least a few people to travel the stars with her. Friends. She pictures them as people she's known, though it's a bittersweet fantasy. Most will not last that long.

"I think I would like having a ship of my own," she says, leaning closer. A little. Her face angled up. "It sounds very free."