"Then you became a troublemaker," he jokes. 'Troublemaker' being his companion. It makes perfect sense to him, even if she might see if differently. "Must've been all built up over time, waiting to burst free."

He stretches his legs out and shifts his head off her, shaking feeling into the rest of his limbs until he stops suddenly, tense. "...What's that?" he murmurs, then vaults forward towards the console, makes it to his knees, then falls to his elbows with a groan. "Martha, 'little help..."