Firefly Glen everything about you is so overwhelming

Rannoch took her reassurance to heart, believing that she would take his advice. If he found himself with a zombified-Rose, one which was ticking on by with mere minutes of sleep at her disposal, he'd address her again. But, until that moment of fiction became non-fiction, he'd drop the topic altogether. 

Feeling something in his chest drop at her frustrated sigh, Rannoch met Rose's feedback with a soft nod of his head. "Yes, we'd like to distance ourselves a little more from them," he informed her as his eyes tracing the delicate features of her face. Though with this, Rannoch figured that he could get some information about what she was looking for. 

"What do you like about it here?" The question came after a beat, and he picked up his posture as he looked to her. "Maybe we can use what you like in our search of the other lands and it'll help us all make a decision?" At least, they could try and find something that accommodated all of them. Rannoch knew that he wouldn't be able to satisfy everybody completely, but, at least he could pull from all of their own feedback and attempt to find something that could correlate.