He sets his black goop down in front of him when he takes a seat. It was gross, but he had to eat. And honestly, probably had worse since living in the Belt.

"I have a few ideas, but none that I like or that make a helluva lot of sense." But he wished Naomi was here, too. Or the Cap. Hell, even Prax. He wished they were all here, along with the Roci.

Then maybe he'd be able to try to get them all home.

"I'd give my left leg for access to the command systems - or even just to take a look at life support, put my mind at ease."

At the last, he darkened, muscles stiffening, and he shook his head.

"... Miss the Roci, not the war. The war's still going, whether we're there or not. And I'd be all too happy to go home and find it ended while we were gone."

Maybe that way he wouldn't have to keep watching reports of the Martian dead.