[He wants to ask her more about it. Every shift in her stance, even the wry quirk of her smile is so telling that not asking is almost impossible, except it's clear, very clear, that she doesn't want to talk about it.

He could pry, or he could respect her space. For the moment, he chooses the latter, though his gaze lingers on the book, curious, flicking back to her face a moment later as if trying to gauge exactly how she's feeling about the ship's offering.

'Not good' doesn't even begin to cover it. For now, he goes with the change of subject, though he's sure they'll come back around to the book and its previous owner. Seems like the sort of thing they oughta talk about.]

And here I thought it was me appreciatin' her. She's a good influence.

[One he's not sure he'd have made it very far on the Tranquility without.]

She could use a little family onboard here. Turns out, so could I. Goes both ways.