[ That must be the name of his ship. At his question, Marika looks down at herself and then shakes her head. ] No, it's my uniform. [ "Costume party"? Ah. It must be the ribbon. Mami did go a bit overboard with it, but Marika liked it. ]

If your ship was destroyed — and I'm not saying it was — wouldn't you have come here in a landing shuttle or escape pod? [ She looks over his outfit more critically, now, checking for punctures or singe marks; anything that might give credence to that distressful theory. ]