[ As Shiro gathered his belongings, Riza made sure Hayate wasn't getting in the way and that she hadn't dropped anything. Just as she deemed herself satisfied with her small preparations, Shiro was holding out his hand to her -- a courtesy, she recognized -- and gladly took it as she stood up. ]

Thank you. And likewise, the pleasure's mine.

[ And like a properly trained soldier in his own right, Hayate stood by his mistress' side, waiting for her and Shiro, and will move as soon as they do. Riza took to leading the way. She was fine in spending time in silence, but she did have a few questions about her guest with the... avant garde automail arm. ]

If you don't mind my being curious, how do you envision a ship that would reach the stars?