[Edgeworth fights to keep an answering smile off his face. He's mostly successful.] Then all we can do is hope for the best and plan for the worst. As per usual where the viruses are concerned. [His excitement fades a little as he starts to consider the actual logistics of the matter, reality rudely asserting itself on his pleasant imaginings.]

Will it inconvenience you to have to arrange for additional passage on the shuttle? [Or share lodging once they're there. Or meals. How expensive might a trip to space be? For all Edgeworth knows, space travel could still be the domain of the powerful and rich. There may not be room for someone like him.]