It is. [She agrees. And considers the ground, looking for a relatively flat portion. The flora has managed some flowering plants, too. They're new, and they're laced with a fine liquid; something with a honey sweet scent rather than pollen. She tries not to hurt any of the new blooms as she's looking around.]

I don't remember where this could be, though. Maybe one of the worlds the Lexx saw. A lot of people went into making it. [She means that literally. And hates it, but it makes the ship mean more to her.] I like that this room can remember things for us.