Honestly the silence was something she forgot to plan for. In proper forest and woodlands there's usually a wealth of ambient sounds. Birds, insects, frogs...the comparative stillness of the habdeck reinforces just how alien and shallow it all is.

Maybe she'll install noise generators around the place, it's too big to be so quiet.

Speaking of which, Connie glances up at the sound of the approaching footsteps. It's the first time she's seen him without the helmet, good to know what he looks like under there. She lifts the hand holding the piece of wood she'd been carving in a small wave before gesturing to other chair on the deck. Further than an arm's length away but close enough that they could have a private conversation without shouting.

"Thanks for coming."