"I don't know," she admits. "I don't... I don't understand the people who are from here. They have numbers and coordinates, but that doesn't tell me how far--all I know is that the stars are all wrong."

It bothers her. She ought to be able to recognize the two that were Weyland's eyes, at least. She feels like she's letting him down, but maybe those stars are in a different place in the sky. Maybe they're off a side of the ship she can't see through these windows. Maybe they're so far away that their light doesn't carry. Maybe things taken from their proper context have no meaning anymore.

There's a sobering thought.