"Probably won't be anywhere any of us know." He agrees, his eyes on the starry expanse. He has no idea where the Black Lion or anyone he knows is and that would drive him out of his skull if he allowed it to. But what the stranger had said caught his attention.

"You're right about the fingerprints...that can be a bit of a pain at times." It's such a considerate thought towards a pilot he looks at him and his smile is a little more relaxed and real. "Most people don't consider the feelings of a pilot like that. I'm Shiro, a stranded Pilot of Voltron."

His gaze returns to the window. The more he thinks about flying the more he worries his lion is out there in that space. "...heard anyone else use the word Voltron?" He hadn't meant to say it, but he doesn't take it back either.