The house was there, but there's a lot to use around it. Plants, soil, sun. I turned it into farmland.

[ Back on Mars, he'd never really been able to exercise his green thumb. The harsh red soil wasn't very forgiving. Here, it's a totally different case. Moving his arms, he brings them up, cupping the vibrant water in his palms. Even beneath the glassy surface, the nicks and scars and calluses are visible. ]

It's closer to here than Wyver. I think.

[ Maybe Waver can just travel back with him.

Not that he looks anywhere close to wanting to leave just yet. ]