[Eight is on patrol and dutifully looking into any strange sound that can come across the deck. So far there was no sign of anything, which seems pretty strange if you asked her. Usually by this point there would be some movement of the crew or patrol or something.]

[Bah, she's probably just bored. Nothing to it but to check in with the others to see if there was anything--ah. That was one, a new one, she thinks. Is he asleep? Why would you sleep on a deck?]

[She approaches, only just hearing the question as she is within a few feet of the boy. She looks up, a soft smile on her face.]

I think they would, yes. Different lands. Different perspectives. Different sights. Even the sky has something new to say.