Inside the ship, Ro Koji is dancing happily by himself while working on the ship. Lypha and Solla see this from the hatch just above.

Lypha: PLEASE tell me he’s a better pilot than he is a dancer.
Solla: Koji is one of the best pilots we have. He is not paid to dance.
Lypha: Ah.

Later
Koji: So, this is a biweapon we’re going for… Whoi bring along two month’s worth’a supplois? Ando’s a planet only four weeks away boi gate.
Solla: Your guess is as good as mine, Koji.
Koji: Moight it be cos’a the gates themselves?
Lypha: Why is that relevant?
Koji: It’s cos the gates break us down into atomic particles and transmit us. We got tew give the gate crew extensive and accurate accounts o’ both crew and cargo. Otherwise, when they put us back together at our destination, you might be fused with the solar sail, or moi hat. An undeclared weapon could go off, someone could get hurt. Since we’re smuggling, we can’t use the gates, cos we can’t lie. It’s too dangerous for all o’ us.
Lypha: So, rather than risk it, we’ll go the long way? That’d explain the extra food, right?
Solla: Probably.
Lypha: Well, if I have to treat either of you for psychological space-sickness, I quit.
Solla: You can not quit. Were you to quit, the army would cease to protect your identity. You would be dead in an hour.
Lypha: I KNOW THAT! LEAVE ME ALONE, DAMNIT!
Solla: …
Koji: Must be near the anniversary.