Smith seemed distant moving along to the woman. Like he wasn't entirely there in the first place but somewhere else more kinder to him. Lost in thought on a distant subject. She came to a stop in front of the doors that opened before him then slid in the long plastic item into the keyhole and twisted it until the cuffs went lose on his wrists. Smith turned around to face the galley rubbing his left wrist looking on unsure, and hesitantly, slowly walking in to a darkened room. Five steps in, the lights flickered on before Smith. The galley had turned into a more elaborate kitchen but the oven in the wall remained otherwise the same connected to a very long, thin table made of glass that was sleeker and less rounded than before. And the seats were made of glass as well.

The door closed behind Smith as Alexa stood to the side.

The elderly man made  plenty of noise from inside the room which sounded like he were in hand to hand combat with a robot. She peeked into the galley to observe the man was grating down a chunk of cheese onto a plate glaring back at her. Her audios had to be deceiving her. She slowly retracted her head out of the room watching him not blink a eye. Even after the doors were closed, Alexa Anne could feel his eyes staring into her in a very unsettling way.

She contemplated how to best make the man be occupied throughout the long trip while looking down toward the floor going through several activities that could be done aboard ship. She listened to the sound of water being ran hitting the sink consistently that she could count how many drops of water were landing to the slick surface. Five minutes afterwards, the water stopped and the sound of a plate being put away was heard including a piece of silverware.

The doors opened before Smith to reveal Alexa Anne standing feet away from the doorway with her hands linked behind her back.

"Do you enjoy gardening?" Alexa Anne said.

"I used to do it," Smith admitted.

"Have you done any gardening in prison?" Alexa Anne said.

"Prison is not the kind of place where a average human can tend to a garden," Smith said.

"You mean to say you haven't been allowed to do gardening," Alexa Anne said.

"Yes," Smith said. "Hydroponics were a luxury."

"We have a botanical garden that is allowed to grow as it needs to," Alexa Anne said. "I have never been in there in there but I am aware that it is in the upper deck."

"Upper deck?" Smith asked.

"Yes, Zachary Smith," Alexa Anne said.

"Mr Smith would do," Smith said, shaking his left hand. Then he added with a bitter tone, "The only ones allowed to call me by Smith are my friends." that indicated he had none. He grew a curious expression on his face. "What do you mean by upper deck?"

"It is above the bridge," Alexa Anne said.

"Above the bridge," Smith repeated, raising his brows. "I don't recall seeing a dome on the top."

"We don't need to. Back in your day, people used to call it hydroponics. It's been providing oxygen throughout the ship," Alexa Anne said. "I cannot be sure about the botanical garden current status at this moment. It was planted and allowed to grow on its own while the family were in cryostasis."

"Not a navigation system on the top?" Smith asked.

"It does have a navigation system on the top," Alexa Anne said. "The garden is underneath the navigation system."

"Are you sure that it won't get overgrown by weeds?" Smith said.

"I am very certain," Alexa Anne said. "There is a anti-plant field that vaporizes any plant trying to reach the final floor."

"I'll have to be sitting down when we start the ride," Smith said.

"That can be arranged," Alexa Anne said, then lead him out of the room.

The doors closed behind them.