"Patrolling alone must be a bore," he drawled, looking up at her through his lashes. Declan stopped putting his attention on his dark brown hands. There was no point in trying to figure them out. They held no secrets for him to read, at least not at this current time. It didn't matter because Noelle was singing, badly, but singing. He barely contained a chuckle.

"That's true, but if you watch long enough you may be able to for the most part," he peered through the telescope again, finding which ones twinkled and didn't to show Noelle what he meant. "I'm a lot of things kind of person. Astronomy is one of them. Divination is another. Sleep is one too."

Noelle was doing her best at translating something off of the chart. He looked towards her with a smile, one hand on the telescope. "Is there a rude way? Something like hurtling rocks in space all just spiraling into nothingness."

Maybe throw something in about oblivion or certain death. That would for sure be the best conversation to have with an almost stranger.