"I think some of our operations staff did correspond with reds but we decided to prioritize the colonization and couldn't figure out how to loop reds in as a stake holder on that directly, without causing political complications."

"My understanding is that the dome is owned by Moria and her gift to you, but the city that will be there once the dome is gone won't be personally yours."

"The initial immigration spots in the dome are my gift - along with housing and such. For anyone you want to bring."

"Oh good, I think I'd really have to stay home if I couldn't take Katin along."

"You can take your entire family if you'd like."

She guides Peka down a hallway as they talk.

"Is this ship where you live?"

"When I'm not traveling, yes."

They pass through a hallway with full-size windows on one side, showing Katme.

Eeee Katme. "Is it just my imagination or does it already look greenish?"

"It's not your imagination, alge is hard at work replicating and making it fully habitable for you."

Moria is smiling with a hint of excitement as they walk down the hall towards her quarters.

Bounce bounce.

Eventually they arrive at a set of metal doors with a technologically complicated looking archway.

"Arch, my quarters please."

And the doors open into to a rather cozy Victorian study.

Moira becomes noticeably nervous once they step inside.

"Oh, this is nice - are the books real, if I take them off the shelf will they have words - like I couldn't read them but -"

The arch disappears behind them as they go in.

"Yup, you can read the books! Everything functions as you'd expect it to."

There's window to the outside, showing rolling hills and strange insectile horses grazing.

"Whoa, space horses. Them too? Can I ride a space horse?"

"Yup! They're ridable, though extremely unintelligent so you have to do all the steering."

"Would you like to go for a ride?"

"I would love to go for a space horse ride with you."

Moira holds out her hand, so she can walk Peka to the horses.

She is very obviously nervous about this! She has bribed her way into a creating a sovereign nation for this hand holding.

Handholding!!

Moira makes a face! It is a hand holding sort of face.

She will guide Peka to the bug horses as soon as her brain stops focusing on the feeling of Peka's hand.

No hurry. The bug horses will probably still be there in a minute.

She can squeeze Peka's hand! It feels warm and soft and squeezable and physically present!

Squeeze!

Eventually Moira notices time has been passing. She is not entirely sure what to do about that.

"Um. Where were we?"

"We were going to ride space horses but then you seemed kind of distracted."

"Ah. Yes."

"Your hand is very distracting you know."

"I have two." She wiggles the fingers of her other hand.