He grunts, another acknowledgment. Not everyone was cut out for marriage and family. He sure as hell wasn't. "Yeah, you're a damn ice hauler like I'm a dirtbag cop from Ceres." Miller shoves Alex gently through the doorway of the elevator car before following after and slotting in at his side. He speaks like someone might overhear then, like he's keeping a secret; though there's no one else around. "Some guys are good at all that. Wife, kids, 9-to-5, kiss hello, kiss goodbye. But not us. Maybe that makes us scumbags, you know, I really couldn't tell you. Maybe we're just, uh... wired differently."