Fortunately for both of them, they don't have to deal with that possibility. She does take notice of the fact that he doesn't offer any kind of help and seems almost... in a way like an admiral, very much used to being in control without any of the willingness to get his hands dirty. Fascinating.

He also seems disinclined to follow her. Thankfully, where she needs to drop the sack isn't very far away and so she manages without going out of earshot.

"Well, Solus, it's very nice to meet you," she says as she sets the sack down. Turning back towards him, she graces him with a smile, warm and helpful, as is her wont. "I haven't been a resident for very long myself, maybe a couple of hours."

Pausing as she finally returns to his side, she debates with herself on what to say next. How much can she get away with asking or prodding for? He did mention a star first, so there's a greater than zero chance that she won't be bending the Prime Directive too much if she follows up on that.

"You mentioned a star earlier," she finally continues, head tilted ever so slightly in curiosity. "What was its name?"