Perhaps.

[ After the glance to him, she looks up, half wishing to see one too, since it would be an odd comfort. ]

Where I am from, the sky constantly swirls, and the stars are never as still as this. You can see shooting stars often, if not constantly. [ She shakes her head lightly, but she's still smiling, since it's oddly nostalgic. ] It is odd, how even such basic things seem to stray from what is expected in this place.