Nobody's called us a disgusting worm yet or tried to kill us or tried to get us to kill other people. I don't have to worry about-- opening a door and violating something of yours. [That's the bar, apparently. Steven lifts up his lei a bit off his chest and dangles his lifevest in front of Marc.] I got given a present. And this is better than the Titanic already. Maybe someone will even make us food and let us shower and not try to stick an ice pick up our noses because we're a little bit mental? [Steven bites down on his bottom lip and shifts his jaw left and right.] Come on.

[He drags Marc over to the briefing and, alright, it's a little boring, but Steven manages to compose himself and listen and nod at all the right intervals. When they're done he heaves a sigh and resumes holding his lifejacket against his lower body, turning to Marc with a tightlipped smile.]

It's like we're on a real vacation. One last... hurrah before we go to Shhhhhwherever we end up. [Awkward non-save. Look, he can't help it if his imaginary mother that Marc gave him raised a good Jewish boy.]