There's a long pause in return, as one eyebrow slowly raises on Parker's face.

"Well, if your, uh. Roommate is any good at his job?" And his tone certainly insinuates, but he doesn't follow up on it. "Then probably he's a real good survivor. It's a tough fuckin' job."

He lifts his drink and faux-mutters into the glass, "Dunno how it compares to whatever the fuck an astronaut is."