There are flowers in space. [ And grass spread across acres of field, forests full of trees. Amuro lets his hand slip away and looks up too, fairly charmed by her reaction as he catches it from the corner of his eye. The way he looks at the sky is practical, but deep. As if he is looking past it without discrediting what is only visible to the naked eye. ] But on the colonies, I don't think they look like this. [ The way he says it is faintly incredulous, like he himself thinks it's silly. ] Maybe it's just my imagination though.

[ With that, he stands again and smiles plainly. ]

I fly for the Federation. [ He's clad in the EFSF's blues--the colors of Earth's space-faring military branch. ] Regarding your daffodils, I guess you could say I'm better suited to fixing kitchen sinks than I am with gardening.

[ He stuffs his hands back in his pockets for lack of anything to do with them sans green thumbs. ]

Would it scare you to fly?