"Something to eat... Maybe!! I feel like I haven't eated in forever."

He smiles contentedly, rubbing his stomach; he may notice that Takeshi's hands are gloved - black, like leather, as is his neck, little white plugs located here and there. Seems like the whole damn outfit is overtaking him save for his head, all polished and clean and, really, his most prized physical possession aboard the ship; it's how he survives, in too many situations. Takeshi never much likes to take it off, so he usually just slips his clothes over it instead; it's heat regulating, so it's not like he ever gets hot in it.

"But — I need to find my mom and dad... They're probably wondering where I am!"