[ Amos gestures upward, and Abel follows his gaze toward the faint twinkle of stars beginning to grow visible as darkness falls. surprise definitely overtakes his face-- such a feat is no longer possible where he's from, but... there is no small part of him that remembers well when that wasn't the case, and this only stands to solidify what Abel had already known.

their worlds are different; their 'homes' could be as foreign to one another as this place is to both of them.

but the thought that Amos had been skyward bound only invites fifty bajillion more questions than the priest already had brewing in the back of his mind, and he's watching his friend with a curious light in blue eyes. had it been a space station...? a shuttle? what had he been doing aboard? ]

--Please, you can't go telling me you were in space and then go changing the subject, are you for real...?! [ suddenly five times more animated, he's scooting in a bit as if to make sure his bud here has no escape from the flurry of Questions he is about to endure. ] What were you doing up there...? Are you a scientist? --Astronaut! You're an astronaut, then? Have you landed on other planets? Was this-- I mean, were you part of one of those colonizing efforts...? --Ah! How do you brush your teeth up there?!