"Yeah," he answered flatly, shutting the locker (in case Nate felt the urge to loot) and leaning his shoulder against it. Way to accept thanks gracefully, Isaac.

He watched Nate stabilize with a frown on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. Now that the crisis was over, the urge to flee had returned; it could wait, though, until he cleared one thing up. "You've been here before?" Isaac assumed he was referring to that specific sort of pod. Wrong, but a good try.