Can't become consumed by the horrors and despairs if you don't let yourself think too much about them, right! ....Right? Maybe one of these days, the cosmonaut's method of trying to keep moving, keep running from those worse things, will turn around to bite him in the ass. But until then — he's all bright smiles and friendly tactile affection, never shy even in the face of people he's just met.

He draws back enough so that he can cross his arms comfortably across his chest, laughing in delight at that. "I won't lie to you, it has been quite the challenge to figure out, but I think I'm getting better at it. Last time, I managed to catch two fish instead of one." He winks playfully.

"But we can learn more of this hardcore survivalist stuff together. Truthfully, I'm pretty green to it myself — all my years of space training and none of it really helps me here. No need for fishing up in the stars."