[ there we go! we got a laugh out of the nice scottish stranger, john has achieved the objective he only just realised he had set for himself, though he's sure he has better material ferreted away somewhere. ]

That should be some vague comfort for my ego. I was thinking I was amongst the least well equipped to deal with a situation like this, but I'm quite relieved that even those staring and studying feel out of their depth.

[ grinning, lazily, though it falters a little when he looks back out, beyond the glass. it's awe inspiring, fitz was right to think as much. but it also makes something in john's stomach clench, uncomfortably. fearfully, even. it's beautiful, intricate and fascinating, but he would have preferred to have less of a front row seat for it. begs the question, again, of what he's doing hanging out on the observation deck. ]

Probably not. Not that I have much of an idea of what the Solar System should look like, but it feels... like that's not it. [ he clears his throat, lightly. ] That's why I never had much of a knack for science or logical things. Too much feeling going about.