ma smiles at him, shaking her head. "Still the same scoundrel, after all these years. Why should I have expected anything less?"<br/><br/>She looks out the viewport at the starship, her eyes twinkling. "It's beautiful," she says, with breathless wonderment. She looks back at him. "And... how have I been? How do you think I've been? I watched you die. I watched you torn away from me. I've spent the last three centuries, doing everything I can to undermine the man who imprisoned everything. How do you think I've been?"