[She nods slowly—thoughtfully. But she tries to keep her words light. Seriously, it would suck to cry on this planet.]

I make it a point never to hug anyone carrying a carcass. [It's entirely possible this has come up before. But it isn't long before the landshark is secured on a tarp in the shuttle. She's starting the ship up, taking extra measures for a cold departure when she glances over at him for that suggestion.] I'm wearing like fifteen layers of clothing right now. I'd be more impressed if you could. [It's more like three, but they are heavy layers for the conditions.]