Well, it's not like Silco had expected him to recognize the stars, given the vision they've all seen, and confirmed amongst themselves. Still, it left them all just as in the dark as before, didn't it? According to the ships that came in from Bilgewater, they could use the stars to guide them, if needed.

"I've seen star-charts from my world, and it's similar. The constellations don't look like anything I've seen from ours," but he still paused to consider the question. Silco was... cagey, it was obvious, the way that prick of light shifted, away, looking out over the water, and the waves. The reflection of the stars in it. The fingers of one hand rubbed against the wood of the railing, considering. He turned his gaze back on the man.

"I lived in an...undercity," he finally said. "I've been topside, of course. I know what they look like," just in case that wasn't obvious. "However, we don't take much time, given where we live. Certainly no stargazing like this, with the pollution. It sounds like you took much more time, to consider them, hm?"