On any other occasion, she'd find some amusement in his stiff manner. If she felt kindly, she'd help him out and finish his question for him; if she felt mischievous (the more likely of the two), she'd smirk while he sweats it out. Sadly, both options are blotted out by an ink stain of shock.

"The U.S.S. somethin'-r-other. Enterprise? They say it's a ship that sails the heavens, rather'n the seas."

She nods, shorthand for the nice to meet you that isn't passing her lips, and glances back out a window. She laughs after a minute, quick and breathless.

"Sounds crazy, but I hafta admit that's just what it looks like."