An overly cheerful announcement from the PA system reminded everyone that today was Friday, and the landing date was this coming Sunday.

It had been a day since the most recent incident and Reyne had kept well away from Khan. He didn't blame her. Yet with her far-from-savory past now out in the open, it was understandable that Reyne wasn't keen on conversation.

Although Khan had resolved not to converse with Reyne unless she started it, his curiosity was once again piqued from the book he was reading.

Reyne took the cup and saucer from her morning coffee, placing the two far apart from each other on each end of her bench. Her eyes were closed. In her mind, her fingers skimmed not the white bench of a brig cell but a piano, to play the only song she could. Before prison, she had become quite good at it, the piano a soothing respite to her teetering home life.

So absorbed in her imaginary method, Reyne took no notice when Khan sat silently next to her. It took several moments for him to understand as he watched her fingers move in silent melody.

Khan felt it strange that Reyne didn't appear to actually hate him, despite his actions. Everyone else on this ship would gladly kill him given the opportunity. Yet despite his more previous behavior, Reyne saw fit to share sustenance and books with him. He gave her entirely too much thought and it unnerved him deeply. Reyne had been…kind, as kind as one could be in her situation.

A thought unfolded in his mind…slowly at first…until Khan realized what was so unnerving in his thought process towards her.

He was going to miss her.

Khan winced at himself, sighing in disappointment. Reyne's eyes snapped open, hands frozen in place. A slight flush crept up her cheeks as she turned to meet his cold blue gaze.

"Did you need something?" she asked. Her tone was soft but with just a hint of frost.

"I was…observing"

Reyne swallowed quietly, just a tad bit embarrassed.

"Why would you bother?" Khan inquired.

"I'm…I'm sorry?" Reyne stammered slightly, taken aback.

"To put your fingers to an instrument as the world you live in is somewhat technologically advanced" Of course, in Khan's mind, even such a feat as the Enterprise was inferior. "You could have a symphony with just the push of a button, the tap of a screen. Yet you choose a more antiquated method"

Reyne blinked a few times, trying to formulate a response that sounded at least somewhat intelligent. She hated symphonies for one thing. The piano was enough for her.

"Well I find the further we advance, the denser we become. We won't know how to find, how to learn, how to do certain things because it's simply handed to us. Were such instantaneousness removed, then many people won't know how to do much of anything. It's sad"

Khan mused for a minute on how that wasn't actually a terrible reasoning.

"I try to enjoy the little things. Sometimes they're all we have in the end" Reyne added.

Khan tilted his head.

"I don't understand"

"Coffee…The rain on your face…snows…a hand to hold…" Reyne blushed at the mention of that last one.

Khan shook his head. Leisure time was not something that came easy to him. His mind was like an engine, racing out of control at times.

But for someone like Reyne, it made sense. Given her violent upbringing, the 'little things' as she called them were probably all she had.

For Reyne though it made sense. Growing up in an abusive household and surviving prison, the 'little things' as she called them were all she had.

They stared at one another for a long moment. Until, with slightly shaking fingers, Reyne touched his pale face that seemed to be made of iron and stared into his glacial eyes.

Soon she took her hand away and placed it in his. Khan didn't understand this. But he found that Reyne's hand growing warm in his was actually a pleasant thing…a little thing. They both stared at the wall now, holding hands in the cold walls of space.