"And you won't be starting now." He mutters lowly. "Goddamned space."

As if this small restriction was the worst he'd had to adjust to since arriving on station. At the moment, it felt like it, there in the red and black haze of exhaustion.

He glances back over when she moves and though he watches silently, her trembling, uncertain steps sink through the itch in his jaw. He grits his back-teeth and works to push his frustration aside.

"You eaten lately? Had something to drink?"

He doesn't ask if she's okay. No one's alright now.