[She's so careful with him and it's... sweet, really. There's still a fragment left of how he used to be with her older brother, and it's nostalgic. Though she isn't scolding him over nothing, which is also nice.

He's suddenly concerned for how she'll handle being away from him.] I'm very glad you're not hurt.

[One day, they'd reminisce for a while, over a few beers. For now, he's taken aback a bit by the offer to rest his head on her lap, but he bites his cheek to hold back a laugh.] I suppose there's no threat of gunfire wherever we are, is there? [He shifts so that he's able to lie down as suggested, and it is much more comfortable this way; the claustrophobia-inducing aura of the room doesn't seem nearly as strong.

She's comfortable, and he's getting the spins. It's worse than he thought, and he's not sure if it was the act of lying down or if it's progressively getting worse. Probably both. He whines, squinting his eyes shut in an effort to stop the motion.]

Feels like the room is moving. If ... if I actually fall asleep, don't be afraid to get up from under me. [No, really. He probably won't wake up. It would take an air horn to wake him up. For now he's still perfectly awake.]