She hums in answer, not as concerned about the wildlife on this world. There would be dangers, as in any place. She's too tired to discuss the point.

"I wonder who shares the space with you now. Not Henry, I imagine." No more coffee mornings with the man, or surprise visits from Arthur. They'd become somewhat like a strange, dysfunctional unit the last time on Base. "Might've seen him by now."

The chicken flops onto the floor with a dull, near sickening thud. She gives the corpse one long, lingering look before turning her focus to Jon.

"They must like him more."

It's a joke, right? But she says it so deadpan, it's hard to tell.