[oh no she is frowning. oh god the air from the open fridge felt so nice. ah now she is towing them down the aisle. janus bobs along like a harbor buoy on a line, peeking at the back of her red-haired head. then at the ice cream. that looks amazing. they vaguely remember other hunters making fun of them for preferring fruit to chocolate, but she seems going with it all right.]

I didn't intend to insult your space ship by mistaking it for a sea ship, [they say.] I would hope that considering her namesake, if she is referring to Earth history in 1944, she would take that well. [after all, the invasion of normandy had been an amphibious assault.

janus isn't very good at being funny.]

You're a soldier from space with an outer-atmosphere vessel named for battle, [they summarize, slowly, feeling their confidence actually grow that they will find spoons and they will not die a sticky miserable puddle on the floor.] That's impressive.