Damn, he looked bad. Isaac was caught up in an internal conflict; help him, or leave him. On one hand, he felt like this stranger was one of his own kind, so to speak. On the other, that was precisely the reason why he felt he should keep his distance. For all Isaac knew, he was a Unitologist or EarthGov. Maybe even the same asshole who'd broken in to his apartment and smashed him in the face before he woke up here.

But he was spotted before he could settle on a decision, and he had to admit, he was surprised by the choice of conversation starter. About to keel over and he still had jokes, wow.

He fought the urge to roll his eyes- and may have failed. "Never. I've just decided it's not my thing." There was a brief pause, then. "Do you have this," he made a vague gesture towards Nate, "under control, or...?"