Oh man, this story was becoming worse and worse. Not possible? Everyone here asking form a jump? And the crew was gone? And how many people could possibly be un-used to space travail? That was ridiculousness. This was all ridiculousness.

He needed to leave.

"Interesting story, kid. Seriously, but that's..." impossible? Yeah, that sounded weird. Someone else told him a bit about this as well. He sighed, turning to reach for his coat, hauling it out and whipping it around to slip his arms into the sleeves. Ah, much better. It fit better over this suit then his other clothing.

With the coat on and the locker clean, he closed it, turning to face her fully. The scar on his face was still soft and pink, jagged from six months of marring his face. The coat wasn't as bad as it could be, clean now it seemed. He felt better in it, almost hidden. The bag was under the coat, the gun safe.

"It could be worse. It could be a lot worse. I just... want to get out of here." Anywhere but here. Anywhere that he wasn't seen, would be best. Hiding. He needed to get back into hiding. "You're taking it well, for a kid..." yeah, it was a bit childish, but he wasn't in the best mood.