A soft, gentle chuckle escapes. "No, it is... very cold, and there is no air in the sea of stars, and no..." He will not even try to guess at the word. "{{Friction}} so things that move will keep moving until another object acts on it." Harlock peers, making sure the charge is in place before getting the shot.

"One has to wear special suits to go outside the ships in space, and tunnels to go from one ship to another."