Danny could understand the sentiment. Although he knew he should be grateful to have survived Planet Terror, to be "home", this still wasn't really home. Danny missed New York and even K'un-Lun, which he wasn't sure he'd ever see again. He carried a lot of guilt about that; a champion to a people he couldn't reach. Shaking his head, he accepted the sandwich simply to take his mind away from his unhappy thoughts. "How you feeling today?" the question slipped out before he could stop it, aware of how repetitive it was, how much she hated being asked. "I mean, uh, think you'll get out of here soon?" Though where they went from here he wasn't really sure. He'd been sleeping on the ship. A small part of him was already itching to get back out there, among the stars, even after the horror of their ordeal.