Fate. [ Jim mutters, to himself more so than anything. ] Few people believe in destiny, where I'm from. Humans, at least. There's no... higher force writing and deciding what your future will be like. Fate is what you make of it.

[ The doors to the shuttle bay area can be seen in the distance, as they approach the perimeter guard. He studies her profile for a moment, then asks. ]

Would you say it? [ There's no Radch here, no one to come after her for whatever she might want to say. She's the only source of information he has regarding her world, though. He can't help being curious about how she perceives it. ]