His eyebrows winch up his forehead. "Oh," he says -- still puzzled (seriously, no vital signs?), but undeniably pleased. "How big a radius?"

Not like it's a good idea for him to go off and explore Helium on his own anyway, but certain practicalities mean they're probably not gonna be hip-to-hip the whole time. Judging just by the size of her room, she's used to having space; they're not facing crowding like the train.

Curtis pries off the lid of his syrup dish. He tears away a slightly bigger piece of pancake this time and dunks it in.