Startled by the sudden approach, Christian stops humming. He's sitting on the floor, against the wall. Being in such a strange place, he'd been working through a melancholy tune, but the lyrics kept escaping him. He didn't quite have the right vocabulary to even describe his situation or what he was feeling. He knew the shape of the meaning, though. Being cut off and sort of...drifting. He had a journal in his lap and he was jotting down words as they came to him. One side was covered in a jumble of possibilities, a lot of jargon he'd learned recently about space and the ship. On the other side were snippets of lines, mostly crossed out. One included "Planet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can do."

He looked up at the figure, for just a moment trying to get his bearings. "Hi..." he responded with a tug of a nervous smile. "I'm not in your way, am I?"