[ He catches that moment of hesitation, but since she brushes it off so quickly, so does he. He'd just done the same thing, hadn't he? Their families from back home are dead now, so it doesn't really matter. ]

I dunno. Feels like there's a novelty to planes. Where I'm from, you only got to go on one if you were really rich. [ And that was... never gonna be him.

Oh, that look from her, though. Amos cocks his head at her, giving her a long look before conceding with a small grin, taking another drink. ]

Technically, [ and he starts slow, drawing the word out, ] the ship I was on before everything died had been abandoned before I commandeered it. And the Roci was a legitimate salvage, though I don't think the Martians ever got over it. But. You got me.

[ He pauses, before quirking an eyebrow of his own. ]

Never have I ever been convicted of a crime.

[ Hell, he's committed a bunch, but it's just never come around to bite him in the ass. Not like he wasn't prepared for it if the time came — he was always just more prepared to escape punishment. ]