"I think you only get used to something when you run into the end of it," Gaius suggests, hands clasped around his mug of cocoa, although careful not to trigger any collapse. "Like, um. A book, or." A person, he's thinking of people, but that's the sort of insight he veers away from before it can stick. "This city, I suppose. Space sort of..."

He tips his head to follow her gaze upwards, at the strange magnification of the Baedal sky above them, the unfamiliar star configurations.

"...it sort of keeps going, doesn't it. I didn't, myself, really-- nothing outside've work or call of duty. I prefer things less immense."