[ Isaac leans back against one wall, and sinks down to sit on the floor again, legs splayed out in front of him. he feels tired, in a weird way, which isn't supposed to happen in weird dreams, but well, they don't exactly seem to be leaving. ]

Yeah, I'm not sure I'm made for the spaceship life. [ but he's not sure he's ready for life back home, either. for heading off to France because Allison's dead, the pack is falling apart, and he doesn't know how to fix it. he can't just magically make her come back, can't make his friends stop being so angry and worried all of the time. ]

You'd have probably flash freezed your ass to it. [ it's said with such a deadpan, a nonchalant shrug. but hey, a chair appears beside Davesprite at least. it even has one of those tie-on butt cushions. ] Just don't tell anyone. I didn't know it would do that when someone came to mess around in here.