Anything is way cooler than Odessa. It's a desert.

[She flatly retorts, taking a second to cross her arms over her chest. She's definitely young, which means his approach to handling her works. Instead of seeming like a lame adult, he's a cool adult. One that she thinks she can trust.]

I think I have an idea on how you can see what's out there. Wait here.

[She runs off (as best as she can in magboots and with gravity being weird here) and goes to tear off some of the leg of her jumpsuit. It takes some work to get off but she manages it eventually. When she first woke up here, she had broken off a piece of the metal grating that she had kicked in to escape. It's not big, but enough she can stab someone if she needs to. She takes the small slip of fabric and the metal fragment back over toward the glass, and starts stabbing holes so he can feel out where the stars are. She tries really hard to get it exactly right.

When she's finished, she stands up and lays it flat against the glass.]

Feel this. It's where all the stars are right where we're standing.