I'm here in one piece, aren't I? [Steven brushes his thumb over Marc's calloused knuckles, trying to calm him down, soothe him.] Any place that cooks beetroot through can't be all that bad. You wouldn't want me kissing you getting beetroot stains everywhere either. [Honestly, Marc is too worried about all these things. And that's saying a lot, coming from Steven. He's supposed to be the master worrier between them.]

Nobody knows what they're doing. I don't think anyone expects you to have all the answers. You're too hard on yourself mate. I don't blame you for anything. [They're dead now - not that Steven is going to bring that up again. There's no zombies here. Nobody's tried to forcibly take their food or split them up or hurt them. Maybe they can just take things a lot easier for the rest of the way and not worry about everything anymore.]

This cruise ship seems nice, Marc. [No killing the captain and commandeering the boat!] Let's just take things one day at a time, okay? Get some food in and-- go to your bar and. We'll see if there's anything interesting scheduled for tonight? There seems to be lots of facilities. And none of them actively trying to kill us.