Reno had to actually smile a little at that thought. Dust between the stars. What a notion. Smog between the stars, maybe. City lights killing the stars entirely. Big-ass chunk of plate between you and whatever the hell stars actually are. But stars on their own were quite the sight. Twinkling dust made for an interesting mental image.

"Not really. Mostly I find myself doing double-takes when I notice that the sky's got clouds, yo."