"Not exclusively a dude," Bel reminds him cheerfully, strolling into the dim light filtering across the deck from an open hallway nearby. Sam had found a good spot; if not for the MID, it was unlikely that anyone would have come across him until morning. "Haven't seen you since the whole...." a hand waves vaguely -- "situation with your program friends. You picked a good night for stargazing, though." The dark eyes glint with mischief. "Not a cloud in sight."