[Barnaby's pleased to see he actually has an appetite, even if he's picking a little more daintily at his own food. (This really isn't the kind of place he likes to eat.) As Amos speaks, he nods in understanding.]

Suppose you had the choice when the world is remade... [He sets down his spoon, looking at Amos.] Would you recreate your old life in space? Or would you like to start over once again?

[It's a delicate question, but he supposes now is as good a time to ask as any.]