[He is alive, and he is cheerful! Sometimes guiltily so. People around the ship seem put off by how little he seems to care about their impending doom, of which he hasn't even bothered to outline.]

I know we're, like, supposed to be stuck here or whatever, but it's been pretty good for me, not gonna lie. Uh, and I bet we can get you there, too. ["We" obviously meaning Pratt and Sharky, unlikely buddy-cop-comedy-duo that they are.] Maybe not the full Bahama gear, or whatever, but... all the other shit.

[Alive and cheerful, he means. It might wind up being more of a manic cheer in Pratt's case, but that would still be better than the overt, hardcore trauma. They're gonna beat Jacob's influence out of him via good food, clean clothes, and nice weather!]