"Yeah." In spite of all the unease and exhaustion playing with her mind right now, she smiles unconsciously at that reaction. She leans against the starboard wall, letting him move up front for a better look. "She's beautiful. Worth fighting for."

The gravity in here is a little off, since the ship is angled such that Earth herself sweeps up the left of their field of view. Blaze has felt it before, though she's starting to realize how viscerally disorienting it is in human form. It looks like there's a sea - an ocean? - below; craggy mountains almost obscured by clouds that flash with silent lightning. They swirl slowly around a silver sphere, encircled by clear sky as if someone dropped a pebble into the storm.

Some pebble, though. It dwarfs the sheer mountains below it.

Blaze is used to the sight, though, and there are certain things to attend to. Besides the life-support, which is coming to life in a slightly louder hum of heating coils and the soft hiss of cycling air. Blaze is opening up one of the bigger wallcompartments, which contains a small armory of guns from snub, stocky hand cannons to a pair of rocket launchers, each locked securely on a rack designed for the purpose. "Here, I'll get y- the weapons stowed."

Most of them. Her hand brushes over a shotgun, lingers on a well-worn pulse rifle. What can this body even handle...?