[That's all a relief to hear. The horse is pretty dead and beaten at this point. They should find new and exciting things to fight about if anything. Elektra doesn't bring it up in case he actually does find something real to yell about. She shakes her head at his last statement.] Of course not. Any wedding of mine would have to the event of the century. We can't do that in space.

[She quips in that cheerful way that makes it hard to tell if she's kidding or not. The rest is given its proper weight.] Together. What we do depends on you. Still going to throw up on me if I move three inches to the right?