Her brows raise, and she can't say she's not a little confused, but she glances toward the wide windows that look out on the stars.

"I wonder if I could go out there," she muses to herself, face relaxing. When she's relaxed, she looks much like any other child from that era; it's when she gets upset or stressed that her reactions tend to go a little sideways. "I haven't ever tried walking through air when I'm incorporeal. Just walls."