"Starship," Marian wonders over the word, giving the room a look again.

A few seconds longer on the window she and Caspian had looked out earlier. Before she nods at Kate's gesture toward the tables, as sitting wouldn't be entirely amiss in new circumstances. It's strange, and different, but that's at least something she's gotten some aplomb with after the last few years and the end the universe.

It doesn't make it comforting, but it doesn't make it something to panic about instantly.

Especially as Kate is nowhere near any kind of reaction to the sort either. "Rather like Mal's ship, but larger?"