“Ah.” Kire sat up with a grunt, narrowing her eyes at the both of them as she leaned towards them, frowning. “I see how it is. I’m surrounded by miscreants!” She held her face in a serious expression for only a second before she snorted and burst out in giggles. “Oh, [i]fine[/i], fine, fine. I guess I can’t judge. I’m friends with pirates after all. I got a whole shipful of pirate friends back home, an all-woman crew. Some used to be slaves. Some I knew from years and years ago. Just after I got my crown. Mm. I was—sixty? Fifty? I can’t remember ‘zactly—” 
“You’re [i]what?[/i]” Gavin sputtered. 
“—and they’d raid slavers’ ships or help me fight the Gemini. What? You heard me. I’m—hundred? A hundred. You didn’t know Amrians lived long and aged slower? [i]They[/i] didn’t tell you?” 
“Do I look like this is old information to me?” Gavin asked. 

Kire lay back down, head rested on her interlocked fingers. “Huh. Weird. You’re weird. I don’t even know how you ended up here.” She sighed in a huff, then looked up at the night sky. Though her vision was a little compromised by now, Kire smiled, still enjoying the view silently. She raised a hand, tracing out made-up constellations. “The stars are different here,” she murmured, smiling softly, fascinated.