[It would hardly be the first time someone's been prickly with Stella. She's handled some mighty fine passengers in the past, and some, well, not-so-stellar ones. That was hardly their fault; it's just nature. The way of things sometimes brings the worst out in someone. Nothing she can do but try to ease it.

She wields a hoe from the nearby gardening shed. It's supposedly space-like, but really it's just a fancy gardening tool. Works the same, too. Ah, she misses her Everlight...]

...Oh, hello. [Stella lets herself rest for the moment. She's got company now.] Why? Well, this garden was already here. If nobody worked on it, it would've just died. It doesn't deserve that.