Thank you, lass. It does my heart good to hear someone say that. [It's not as effusive as he'd like, but it's a damn sight better than all the abuse he's been getting lately.]

So? Here's our ship. What do you think? [He goes back to looking up at the ship with a distant, dreamy look on his face. Even if she was a worn down tub, he'd still be overjoyed with a way off this forsaken rock, but she's far from worn down. The shipwrights in this place do excellent work.]

What shall we name her?