[She gets in her head a lot, but he doesn't mind. He wonders what she thinks about, how she feels about this or that, but asking means he's got to pull her from her other world and the answers wouldn't come as naturally then anyway. What they've got going? It's comfortable. It's just fine.

He's smiling right up to the maintenance door, eager for tomfoolery. He's just about to push inside when she gives her warning. He stops, looks through the window, and see him. His shoulders and his smile fall at once.

He pushes, letting go of her. He drifts past any cart and instead moves to the dead man, crouching before him. The blood is dry. It's been a while. He speaks softly.]

I'm sorry... This isn't... a good place to rest... We mean to live... We hope... you won't mind...

[He reaches out and draws the dead man in, almost in embrace, only to haul the corpse up. He lifts it and carries it to the door. To Ryder, he says;]

I'll just be... a moment...