With a start, Edward realized that Constance had been silent until just moments ago. That was new: she generally wasn't one for silence. Although after the rough and tumble she'd experienced, Ed wasn't really surprised she had taken a moment to be introspective. He had gleaned a bit about who she was before the expedition, and it hadn't been a very flattering picture. A socialite who expected a lovely stroll across the world, discovering untapped riches and excitement.

Instead, she had found exhaustion, legitimate danger, and several near-death experiences. It was enough to put someone off their game, at the very least. Actually, stopping to think about it, Ed realized that out of all of them, Constance had been the one to go through the most. She'd been tossed around with the rest of them in the storms, forced to fight fires and lighting, and she had also been mauled by a giant cat beast. The rest of them had dodged that last unfortunate event.

"I would love an exciting story, if you have one of those. Happy or sad isn't as important to selling the paper, after all." He winced at the words, but it was true: selling the paper was the most important thing in the business world he was a part of. There was no profits without sales, et cetera et cetera. "But I think after the stress we've been under, a happy story might be nice."

"Armas! Krauss!" The voice over the PA system made him jump. "Get ta tha hanger! It's time for tha daily!" Conway was likely referring to the daily check of their helicopter-device's systems and structure. Ed had listened to them discuss it before, and it was always good to make sure things were still in place.

With a glance at each other, the two departed, leaving Ed, Luna, and Constance alone together on the deck. Ed tapped his pen idly against his thigh while he waited. "I'm open to something from you as well, Luna, if you like. All of us need a nice story, eh?"