The planet itself isn't familiar to North, but that doesn't matter - for a moment, even in vague shades, it's truth boring through the hull of the plate. The impossible smell of a world on fire, incense and camping played in the wrong key, reaches him before he can remember that he's in a helmet with filters, and that nothing comes through that crisp and vivid. But by then the ship is a ship again, and Cortana's back to business, and even Theta is redirecting his attention from the display to the schematics he'd been pulling up, giving a soft 'woah' when the layout of the ship snaps into focus on a much larger scale than he'd been expecting. But a flicker of a moment to process and Theta's's back to work, willing into place the infrastructure, cameras and security measures and all the other on-ship particulars that will lock any hostiles into a maze he and Cortana can control and twist around on them.

"On the second date?" He tries for levity, after that. It's the best option he's got - while he doesn't except he'll really amuse her, compassion or pity aren't even options. Not with Cortana. "You're gonna ruin my reputation, Cortana."

Not that that stops him from holding out his hand, the other already working to click open the appropriate port in his helmet.