He seemed rather disappointed with her butter story and she suddenly felt like a very bad storyteller. So much so that an apology bubbled to the surface but luckily did not spill forth. If she were not currently very happily stoned, she would have felt entirely ridiculous about the situation.
His exclamation of glee seemed rather lacking of glee as well and just for a moment, he reminded her of a beetle on it's back, legs flailing in an attempt to right itself. Brodie. Beetle. "Ha!" she laughed. "This is so..." Sydney trailed off and shook her head. Ridiculous.
At his question, she realized the books were still strewn somewhere on the floor. "Oh...um, Ray Bradbury. I figured I'd be awake most of tonight after having slept the past two days basically. I wanted something to occupy my mind. I have no idea what's going on with the ship or...anything." She found she was suddenly curious. "Are we headed for land or...?" Well of course they were probably heading for land but when exactly would they be arriving?