"Hmmmm that's a good point. Depends on how difficult those two weeks are, I think," he muses. Everything in Penacony happened in a couple days, but it felt like months. "Others? Are there many of you on this Ship?"

Aventurine also considers relocating, but he's frankly tired, and that's easier to hide while sitting and talking like this. It's pleasant, even, slowing his heart rate and racing thoughts. Talking takes his focus off the shields, the accompanying headache, and what might attack them, thus making the energy easier to maintain, just a little. And nervous as he is, Mario has a warm disposition he can't help smiling more easily at.

"Got it; this place does seem rather big," he chuckles, nodding. He raises an eyebrow at the comment about exploding plants, but Mario walks that back so quickly he realizes it's more of a social slip. "Well that sounds like quite the handful! Does it get "bright" in here often? Should we...move?" He eyes the plants in the area with interest. What sort of risks would these pose in his stay here?

He picks up Mario's embarrassment, and what it meant in this context. Probably not good to give too much attention to it; he was making a valiant effort at a poker face, after all. "Well, it's good that everyone got out safely, then," he says, smiling in such a way that implies an unsaid you included.