“Is it?” Reyes honestly doesn’t know what’s normal or odd anymore; it’s been utterly suspended in this place, with all these people from other worlds rubbing shoulders. “I’ve always lived in cramped apartments or on-the-go. First on a station, then on a ship for a while, then another apartment in a settlement while we were terraforming. Similar to this place in ways, I suppose. Except at least there are these… cabins? Bungalows?”

He’s standing nonchalantly with hands in pockets, shoulders thrown back as he examines the buildings like an inspector sizing up the quality of the construction. And then, out of the corner of his eye, he sizes up the woman, too: pretty, brunette, sharp. Not quite as welcoming as others he’s met so far, but in his eyes, some of them have been almost pathologically friendly.

“Reyes,” he says after a moment, offering a hand and a devil-may-care smile, gaze trailing down the line of her throat, her arm. It’s like an automatic switch he can’t quite turn off. “New here, obviously.”