It moves from its usual spot to stand beside her, resting its hands on the rail as well, looking out into the blackness of the dark sky reflected by the sea

"I like knowing that I have someone close who is deliberately keeping that perspective. I know that when I think and talk about the Captain, I have a risk of projecting, because I see him as similar to myself in certain ways."

The hand nearer to her slides closer, but stops several inches before making contact.