She had gotten there before him, long enough to catch her breath and take it in and yes, yes, yes, this what she wanted to see. This is the kind of thing she never gets to get down to see, not with the Soviets, not with the Alliance. But now she can reach out and touch the dirt and rocks, and it's real.

Of course, then Ben comes, and she looks up at him. And waits. And watches. And then at his expression, she smiles.

(and something, something that was a choice yet unspoken goes ah, there you go)

"You get it, don't you." It's not quite a question.