"Right, yes. When," Barabas agrees with a sheepish smile. Sorry, Pidge. Sometimes he has a moment or two of pessimism. When, because he certainly doesn't want to live under the sea for the rest of his life. He is not an aquatic species, after all.

But he's quick to nod. "Warning would be best. Maybe we can see about petitioning Astoria for some advance notice."

For now though, they need to worry about right here. "So, let's find a planet."