Right. We are in space, after all. Did you visit the hangars yet?

[ And it's a little easy to shift gears for him, because old habits of escapism die hard; as much as he knows he'll have to confront some of his issues soon, he's glad to leave the cryopods behind for the time being.

Still, he brightens and faces Lena as he starts walking. ]

Oh... I'm Hal Emmerich, by the way. Go ahead and call me 'Otacon'— all my friends do. [ A slight smile, as he offers a hand. ] And you're...?