[Eiffel glances back at Roman as his friend lets loose - literally and metaphorically, apparently, he's let go of his anchor as well - and then keeps watching him as he floats, and talks, and...

Maybe. Maybe he's onto something.

But.]

I started hearing voices when I was out there.

[Which. Isn't what he meant to say, and he looks away quickly, startled by his own admission. But- well, he's here now.]

Not like- going full cuckoo clock, just. I work best when I talk to people, I guess. So, when I don't have any other people, I just. Talk to myself. You should hear some of my logs, it's hours of stupid arguments with commanding officers me, myself and I.

[He lifts his free hand and scratches his stubble awkwardly.]

So, uh. Yeah. When I started panicking, I heard the Commander, she always has a cool head so she sorta helped me do inventory, see what I had that I could use, what wouldn't kill me to ignore, make the most outta what I did have. The captain talked me down from the ledge, showed me... the kind of crap you know you have to do, even if it really fucking sucks, to survive, you gotta do it. So off I went to Popsicle Town, population yours truly.

[He takes a breath, and sighs it out through his nose.]