It makes quite a sight up here, with no atmosphere to smear the light. Whatever the viewscreen's composed of, it automatically modulates that view of the sun to prevent blinding the pilot, but the light is still brilliant and sharp against the void, lighting up the swirling clouds below them and mingling with the gentler light of the Traveler's silver sphere.

It also wakes Blaze from her uneasy sleep. This time it's far more natural, a quiet shift in her breathing as she stirs and blinks at the deck-plates. She feels... better. Almost peaceful. Naturally she pulls herself onto her feet, shivering a bit. She doesn't keep this place warm (it's much warmer than the Nexus, of course) but somehow it feels even colder after she's been asleep so long.

"Hey." Her voice is rough, a little groggy, but she's steadier on her feet as she moves up alongside Hughes. The Ghost is floating around her attentively, getting her to reach up and give it an affectionate touch. "I miss anything good?"