"Sounds to me like yer understandin things just fine." Jesse smiled. "I like the idea of cowboy astronauts."
He nodded. "We had our political divides, too. Just some of us didn't pay much attention to them. We weren't in the middle of no big war, neither, which makes a difference. The world always has fightin of some kind, but unless yer country is right in the thick of it, ya don't tend to care much."
Jesse stood, and pulled another cover over Zoe. "Yer lookin better, yanno? More like yerself. You should try to get a nap in, and I'll find you some kinda cold pill that ain't NyQuil."