In the meantime he's finally getting around to putting on his jumpsuit, leaving the crew-issue boots in the locker and yanking on his own. He looks over as he finishes it off by wrapping his scarf around his neck. It's only slightly better - he still feels awkward in the uniform.

He flicks his eyes toward the lift, busy thinking of ten thousand ways this could end badly, but there's not much of a choice. What're they gonna do, hang out in the locker room forever?

"Maybe we can talk t'someone up there." For most people that would've been something more like Why the hell are we still down here, c'mon, and even though the words are nicer, he still sounds gruff and impatient.