Something terrible. [ Nikolai gives her the sage, serious stare that he reserves for the times he's at his most facetious. ] We're meant to get you into a jumpsuit.

[ He wonders if she'd prefer the jumpsuit to consuming the slime. He hasn't let go of the latter, either; for all that it's an unpleasant thought, it tastes all right, and it had gotten him back on his feet quickly enough. He'd like Zoya at her full strength. It's too strange to see her suffering. ]

After that, I suggest we explore. I've seen enough to know there's plenty to see. Did I mention it appears we're in space?

[ She might just recognise that undertone of excitement. Whatever else is going on, this part is thrilling to Nikolai. There's no part of this ship he doesn't want to dissect. ]