So much for the smile; the bad news kills it with a small sigh. Figures they wouldn't have bloody pen and paper in space. Everyone's too advanced for the classics, apparently. Drawing on next gen hologram can't be the same level of satisfying.

"Sounds like I'm better off not chancing it," he muses. A beat, and then a more realistically, "Also, I haven't got any money. Probably... the bigger factor... in that decision, really."

Since that's off the table, though-

"Well, listen, I can't just sit around doing nothing. If you've got any welding gear, I can... patch holes in the walls, whatever."