[Yes, he sympathizes. Abel forces a short little laugh, relating to what he imagines is being suggested here-- this is really neither of their scenes.] I could say the same. A few more of these and I'll be completely native. [He smirks and rolls his eyes as he picks up his drink and has a sip. Any more of this and he might contemplate becoming a hermit.]

Yes, before I found myself here, I was a Navigator. I was part of a fleet of Starfighters, out in space, each ship required two people-- a Fighter and a Navigator. I had to know the stars like I knew the blueprints of my ship. Backwards, forwards, upside-down, during a war you couldn't always count on your computer to tell you where to go or what was wrong. [He hadn't been able to trust his own equipment in the end.]

Thankfully, I'm fairly certain no one is going to call on me to lead them through space anytime soon. [He says with a wry smirk.] So I can get away with a little rust.