[Eiffel reaches out easily, hooking two fingers on the thick windowsill to hold himself in place.]

...not right away. When I go back after I'm done here, it'll be back in deep space. I won't get rescued by Kepler and Jacobi for another week or so. My water's gonna run out first.

[And he's gonna short-circuit half of the remaining electronics left when he tries to run cryo without it.]

But I only learned that after I got here. I thought I was gonna die out there. 'cos even when I did my best, it just... wasn't good enough.

[Not that Eiffel is good at recognising his strengths. That he lasted three months, on a single month's worth of rations and a thousand litres of water on a broken ship that couldn't even steer, hurtling some seventeen thousand clicks an hour into No Man's Void. That he still managed to make something in an impossible, losing situation. That against all odds, despite everything, it will end up working.

All he can see is how he fucked up.]