Nathaniel tilted his head, wondering why Garrison looked concerned. He was probably trying to think of what Nathaniel could do around the ship, or where he would live. "I'm only small, I don't mind sleeping in a closet or something. My room back at home was made of grass, wood and moss and had an open balcony that I could sit on. I'd love to be able to see outside... Near a window or something!" He jumped from hoof to hoof, waiting for Garrison to take him up to the deck. He wondered if they could breathe in space.