Without a thinking, she opens her mouth to explain the science behind why that it is, but she catches herself. Bellamy's anything but stupid and they both had sat through the same basic classes on the Ark. Explaining would just be embarassing for them both.

Leaning back, she feels the cool wood of the bench against her back as she nods instead. Her fingers absently twist the bracelet made of cheap, neon rubber and plastic around her wrist. A silly little carnival prize that seems weirdly precious in its newness.

"There really aren't," she squints to see if she can make out the faint glimmer of familiar-yet-different constellations. "It's kind of lame, but I miss them."