[Lance catches the inhale and turns to glance at Shiro--or tries, really. Coordination is completely shot, along with his focus, so the most he has is his distant thoughts wondering if maybe Shiro held his breath in there. But it feels nice outside, and as Lance drops his head against Shiro's as they walk, and even though he's miserable that he's outside, he's okay with the nice breeze.

Except he still wants to drink. He was having fun in there, and walking--or doing his best moving his feet in the direction of walking, he's sure, he thinks--back to the ship is not fun.

But, singing?

Lance sniffles again. And he does just that.]

I'unna be where the... people are... Wanna be--no, um. Wanna see them dancin'! [There's a hiccup.] Walkin' around on those, whadda'um... feeeeeeet! [With the hand not around Shiro's arm, he lifts it and flops it around pathetically.] Flippin' fins, y'don't get far, legs, you need 'em for jumpin', and daaaancin'! And stroooooollin' on the uh... streeeeet--

[Sorry, Shiro. Lance isn't even quiet about it. But he trips again, and grabs for Shiro again to catch his balance.]