[ he doesn't bother saying what he's thinking because it would only fuel the other man's fire. but this hat belongs to a dead man, his best friend. he's still fucked up over it being here, but it's pretty obvious he's protective of it anyway - it's not like he really has to say anything. ]

Wouldn't know what that's like. Gravity on Earth would crush a guy like me.

[ he says it with a smile, still holding his hat to his head and looking horrifically at ease. finally something he's good at other than drinking. he's also good at dodging errant liquor floating through the air, there's still not a speck on his clothes. miller just winks when kovacs says he's okay. no really - he's enjoying this way too much. ]

You never know in this place. But I'll show you how to make space hooch when times get desperate.