Wow, and I thought my concept of 'home' is confusing. Earth is just a myth to our people, one that half don't believe. Some choose to believe because they have nothing else to cling onto.

I wish I could give those people hope knowing it's there. [Her smile, though a little sad, never falters.]

Yeah, even if I met you like this, I could tell. You have an old soul. My father used to say that about people, that they would have an old or a young soul. He always said mine was old, and now I see what he meant but with you.

[Then her smile turns to a full-out grin.]

And, man, you're good at disguises.