<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Sahara looked at Sam, listening to what he had said.  She found it hard to believe that he couldn't find much to do here without his things.  "Well," she said.  "We are docked at, what I've heard, is a magnificent planet," she told him.  "Why not get out and do a little exploring?  It might be the most fresh air that you get to have in a while," she explained, making note of the fact that she wasn't sure when again they would find themselves with downtime on the ship once they took off after the refueling and repairs were done.<br/><br/>"And plus," she said, looking at the Commander.  "With the close calls that we had on the ship with the last mission, you never know what days might be your last," she said, shrugging as she thought about how the thought of death didn't really phase her.  It would happen to everyon at some point, and for the most part, she wa shappy with her life and what she had managed to do with it.  The only only thing that she would have liked to have done was settle down, and maybe have a family.  But, still, she was content with what she had been given so far.  "And speaking of your interests," she told him.  "What sort of things are you interested in?  I mean, what do you do in your free time, and don't tell me that you have none.  Even the Captain gets free time," she pointed out.</span>