Jonah had big, broad hands, callused from work, strong. Eli allowed himself a smile.
"So I've been told. Used to know a fellow from New Melbourne, and he calls it going on a walkabout." Eli glanced up at the ship. "Not much walking, anymore. But I guess everyone gets the urge at least once in their life. And some," Eli said, his eyes returning to Jonah, "make it their life's work. What's the name of your ship?"