She takes careful note of the fresh pink scar tissue on his arm. It seems she wasn't the only one to suffer during that battle. Which really means she should make less of a fuss over it - and, she reminds herself, she shouldn't even be surprised. The infirmary was always in a state after shipside battles. The only difference is that a injury like hers would be considered minor and be gone without a trace within a day. Here, it seems, the reminders are more permanent. It's a sobering thought.

This time, as Levi manifests the glowing light, Ari is watching intently. Last time she had been in a lot of pain, and afraid, and it had been much easier not to look, but now her natural curiosity has reasserted itself. She observes all she can, meaning to take notes later. The light has only been there for a few seconds when she feels relief.

'The pain is gone,' she tells him, with a little hopeful smile. 'That really is amazing. I wish I knew how to do it.'

When he asks about the coffee, however, she shakes her head. 'Only what I taught myself here, out of necessity. The coffee is passable, but I'm no expert. My family had a cook, and then it was never my job shipside. Keeping my cabin and workspace tidy was, as you can probably see.' She laughs a little, at herself. The Tradelines were more formal, and it'd be unthinkable for one of their captains to help with any mundane task. 'I've had to learn so much here. I don't make a very good civilian.'