"I think that's my line," she responded with a bright smile, pausing for a moment to look towards shore to keep her bearings, lifting an arm to shade her eyes against the sun. It's a very human gesture, and one she's done a thousand times, even though she doesn't actually need to do it.

In a canoe in a swimsuit in a tropical paradise, it's quite the pose, really, but it might be her smile that's most noticeable.

"There's a planet where I'm from," she says, "called Spyra. I would show it to you, if I could. The entire thing is a resort, really - no continents, no large predators; just...islands and archipelagos, covering the whole surface. Temperature is like this, year-round. The only place you even need to see anyone else is the spaceport when you arrive."

"Once you're ferried out to an island, if you want...no people, no technology. Like you're alone in the universe. I hope it's the same for you. It is a remarkable feeling, to be there. Even if I was only ever there on...well, business."

She alters course a bit, after that.

"We're almost there," she added.