BLUE MOON ELSEWHERE
Rip rubbed his chin, feeling he would need to shave from the stubble he found against his fingers. He grunted at Tar's response about the Ranger being too handsome. Something Rip could only agree with. But his grumbling audio response was all he gave.
He would walk in somewhat silence beside Tarja, humming a tune he tried to remember from his childhood. He could only remember the line: "I would walk 500 miles..." thinking about that sort of distance, glancing at Tar' and shrugging. He didn't know why that song came to mind.
As Tarja would relax against the carved bench, Rip went in to grab some fresh cold water inside the station. The Ranger on duty just pointing to a fridge unit. Inside the unit Rip found an assortment of electrolit drinks of varying flavors. He grabbed a couple of bottles, an orange and purple, nodded to the Ranger, and went back to offer either bottle to Tar.
He would sit next to Tar, grabbing her pack and pulling against his knees. Not to look through, hoping she would get the hint he would happily lug it around for her. Granted she had did the heavy lifting to this point, but now he would deal with it. He rested his sack atop of her pack and drink his drink.
Waiting for the cab, he noticed the birds at the feeders. A gray one seemed to be fluttering its wings in a rapid movement and make a whistling sound to a black and white feather one. The gray, a male, getting the black and white one, female, to eat with it from the offering it placed in front of her. Even at one point from the gray one's beak. Rip smiled at the sight.
"Me sis and niece would like this. Hope they be seeing something like this back on earth." He muttered, glancing over to Tar' and mentally pinching himself. "What is earth like?" He asked, changing the subject slightly.