“I’m… yes. I guess I do. My name is Sarah.” She didn’t stick out her hoof or anything, not while she was eating. She did it much more slowly than he did, forcing herself to use the implants to hold her fork. Despite who knew how far away and how many years had passed since this probe left Earth, the pasta was great. There were bits of meat in there to add crunch, even if she couldn’t quite name what that meat was. “And you’re James.”