"Oh, others? Yeah, like a dozen of us! Though... now that more people are showing up, I guess it might be'a more... Hmmm. But there were a dozen of us since that first day, the rainy day."

That's how he thinks of it, in his head. Though the flood would probably be a much better descriptor.

"No, no, we don't'a need to move! Ship knows to keep the lights off, now, or to keep them low-power. Hopefully the plants don't get rowdy, anyway! But if they do, I don't'a think it will be Ship's fault. But, uh..."

It's sweet of Aventurine, and it nearly banishes Mario's embarrassment, making him break out in a large, proud grin. "Well, I'm-a glad everything worked out that first time, anyway! It may have been a bit sketchy, but we made it. We made it!"

Mario's grinning wide, confident in another job-well-done, an adventure put behind him, or whatever. But also...

Mario considers their surroundings, for a second. Considers the shield protecting him, protecting them. Clearly Aventurine doesn't feel wholely safe, here, and Mario. Well. It's not like he wants to be here, even if he's fine. Mostly fine.

"...we can move elsewhere, if you'd like? I'm'a okay here, now that the ghosts are quiet, but there's definitely comfier places to sit... Ship isn't completely full of plants, you know!"