Leia/Crichton
“Right. It could have been worse.” Leia agreed softly, arriving in a world that isn’t their own could immediate spell disaster. Residents weren’t always welcoming.
“Interesting. To be the very first to do something as bold, that must’ve been an experience. Was the other side of the Universe anything like you imagined? It must’ve been ..impossible to be prepared for anything like that.” She mused, brows furrowing in thought. Travel of that scale wasn’t even open to her Galaxy, as far as she was aware.
Leia took a sip from her drink, contemplating how not to ramble, not too much anyway, of her own world. “Where I’m from we’re close ..at least I hope we are, to the end of a civil war. I was part of a rebellion against the Galactic Empire.” Her tone was even, she’d come to terms, in ways that Starklandia was her reality now, and home was in the foreseeable future.
“But I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s been taken away from something of great importance to them.” Almost reminding herself, as much as she was telling him. “You were hoping to get back to Earth?” Leia ventured curiously, merely a guess.