[Ben waits patiently, observing in a practiced, detached way though his gaze is intent and focused. She's still an unknown. She might be pretending, but Ben doesn't really think that she is.

He's been wrong before, but it hardly matters.

Ben doesn't care much for the disdain for something he's truly beginning to enjoy, and he's drawing in a slow breath to explain about the proper use of the facility when she asks a question to which he absolutely knows the answer.]

There is somewhere that simulates being outside. You will not be able to tell the difference unless you have some manner of internal ability that would allow you to, or enhanced senses. It is on the deck.

Do you have a fear of flying, space, heights, or darkness? [He's already turning to lead the way towards the nearest stairwell.]