"Nearly. What land we have is mostly swampy. To get to space we have to be able to handle drier climes sometimes." She'd been very determined to acclimate, to get out in the galaxy and make what difference could be made with her two hands. Ibtisam hopes it's all been worth it. She thinks she's here to recuperate after being shot down over Ciutric, but sometimes...

She watches the window with one eye, and the various things glowing out there, and Peridot's temper with the other. It's tempting to argue, but she's not sure yet how her companion handles spirited debate. These things are only fun when there's no hard feelings. "What do you think caused that surge? I hope it wasn't aimed at us."