"And I figured out the jump constants to acceptable error yesterday. I can say goodbye to this slave-making non-planet. No offense to you, of course."

He drops her off. He flies a circuit and prints a detailed map of the surrounding few hundred miles. He offers to use his ship's mining laser to do some landscaping.

And he asks, "Are you probably going to still be here in a hundred years? I might try to come back and hopefully get de-aged at that time."