[ the music fades almost immediately, the lights stop flickering and Isaac looks out across the room from her. but there's the lingering smell of perfume on the air, of heat and sweat, a night spend dancing close to someone he loved. ]

It was just a rave. [ he shrugs, stretching his legs out in front of him. ] Guess you didn't have those where you are from, huh?

[ he's subdued, not sharp and sarcastic like he might have been had they met outside of this room. ] Being on a spaceship is pretty invasive. And your Stiles's ... whatever. So. I guess you're safe.