Amos's smile grew bigger and warmer as Alex came closer, patted his arm. Maybe under different circumstances, in another world, if Amos was another person, they would have hugged. The relief for both of them was evident - at least it was for Alex, written all over his features. Amos, in answer, patted Alex's hand before he moved it off his arm.

His jumpsuit was rolled down to his hips, leaving him in the thin protective shirt that came with the outfit when he first woke up. Ease of movement.

"It's good to see you too," he replies, because it's true, and then looks away, his smile falling. "You're the first I've seen. I thought I was alone. And I don't know if you've been to the obv deck, yet, but... I don't think the Roci's anywhere near here, man."