She flushed red again, but just nodded. "Good." There was always a part of Scout who wondered if she should even have the braid at all, with her second Master dead and burned.

But he was still with her. Even if she couldn't see him or hear his voice. He'd promised. Scout tightened and corrected the braid, and by the time her hands had lowered back down her eyes were clear and she was in a somewhat better mood.

"Worlds," she said, correcting him. "It was - the Order had a private launch bay, but I once had to go out undercover and take a commercial starship flight..." Despite how much of a hassle it had been at the time, and despite knowing how it had ended, she had to smile a little, remembering. "We're expected to be composed in public, but I think three hours in a line just to get to security would test anyone."

"I knew you've been to your moon, with the apollo project, but you're not going back there often, are you? So I guess you haven't invented spaceport security yet." That would be one positive about being stuck on one world...