[ Gaelio, in a uniform of his own (sans helmet and mask), is currently awaiting his own starship. He hadn't expected his kiosk order to be built custom, given one might reasonably expect it to take months— but he is watching the process with interest. Still, he turns to the woman nearby with a friendly, if slight smile. ]

Who knows? [ He glances to the view of the stars overhead as he considers the many morbid options: ] There is no Fortuna and this is some grand farce for the purpose of misdirection or sabotage or destruction; or if Fortuna does exist, whoever gets there first will be destroyed so SUPERBIA - or whomever is behind SUPERBIA - can take it for themselves. The first is more likely, I think. [ He seems decidedly casual about that, given he also obviously signed up for this. ] What are you placing your bets on?