"Then I'd say three well-deserved cheers for the hard shells." She earnestly raps her knuckles against the wooden table. While Hela didn't completely understand Wrex's dreams, they seemed to make the man stand a little taller, swell with more pride and happiness than she had seen in him before. Perhaps the dreams weren't all bad.
"I can't imagine sights- a sea of stars stretching on forever- it must have been beautiful." Her voice was filled with a touch of wistful wonderment. "Not like here. With all the light pollution filtering in from the city, one can hardly see the constellations at a glance anymore."