"Pretty down and out," he echoes ruefully. "It's not as bad as last time. My memory isn't completely bollocksed up, just... Everything seems a bit out of focus. And I'm not tired this time, just hungry."

Jack's touch does help though; it always helps. He straightens up some, hooking his fingers in Jack's braces and letting them rest there comfortably. "Some of these people can't even grasp that we're in space," he continues with his earlier thought, "And some of them... some of them might know each other, but come from different times." Like us, his eyes seem to say as they bore into Jack's. "I just wish we could do something to present them the facts in a convincing manner before they all stumble off confused. It isn't responsible to let everyone out of stasis with nothing more than a short notice about where the passenger quarters are."