[Natasha the Human. Certainly not the first one he'd met on this ship, nor the last he's pretty sure. Their numerousness would be enough to raise an eyebrow, but it was a big ship. Maybe Jake was just in a very human-dense cross section.]

Word, word. [Robots. Sure. See? He's learning more about the ship's makeup already.] So what's the average tour of duty here? People ride this orb train for what, six months, a year? Then boom, regret undone, go home?

[He's paraphrasing Viveca a little. A mixture of half paying attention to her information and being unsure how anyone could toil this far from home in service of a regret for very long. Twelve months, tops, right?]