Grantaire shook his head, grinning. "No, actually, it's not." It would have been, back home, which is why he hadn't painted much.
That Gavroche hadn't asked for help wasn't surprising. He wasn't used to getting help, so he'd never accept it now even if it was offered.
"Here is a ship travelling through space. We've been taken here by the ship, but no one knows how or why. They can't take us home yet, but they said they would. It's not that bad, actually. Free bed and food and ... great company, obviously." He gestured to himself with another grin.