Last spark from the ashes

"Then I'll trust you're a good pilot." She giggles at their banter. "I wish my vacuum could send dirt into the cold void of space. It'd be so much more convenient than replacing the bags."

She hums thoughtfully at the idea of a storm that keeps PINpoints out. It must be more than wind and rain. She wonders... maybe they'll tell her more about it when more people here trust her. The view helps make up for the need to wait. "Those are the Andes, right? Or. I mean they might not be called that anymore."