I hate your helmet, [he retorted, and even though it was true (and a delicate subject), he was still smiling a little wryly, and clearly intended it as a joke more than anything else. Especially because it might actually have come in handy, here.

Let's just hope we don't need the flight suits too.

That was an interesting question though, and he wracked his brain trying to remember how they'd actually arrived here.]

I don't remember what happened. We were on the Barge, and then we were just... here. And obviously it's not a breach, or we wouldn't remember the Barge at all.