Well, not no one. You're underestimating my popularity with the maid. But it was never a battle, for me. It's hard to fight something barely aware you're there.

[The piece Byerly and Nadine are playing sounds like it must be drawing to it's conclusion. Prior quiets to listen. It rarely gets this far, when it's a faintly present refrain somewhere in the back of Byerly's mind. He doesn't usually indulge himself in staying long enough to hear how it ends.]

I think I'd like to walk in space a little more. Do you think this... whatever it is, will let us look around?