[He can't keep the look of surprise off of his face as he turns to look at Finn, eyebrows going up.]

That's good to hear. That you are-- better.

[Shifting slowly, Aleksander turns to watch as the sun starts to set. The snow painted in pale purples and fiery orange, almost bumping his shoulder against Finn's.]

Have you had time to read about the missions. About Olivia, and the station malfunctioning.