"I've been busy." A little more effective than screaming, but he'd still like to block out the time. Somewhere after managing Bodhi's own need to scream and unwillingness to do so, if the boy-toy across the way doesn't take care of it. Probably not, Kira's about eighty percent sure the entire relationship is predicated on being human disasters who don't express actual emotion.

Pot, kettles; even the Observers know black is his color.

"Small miracles," he agrees. "There's air, yes." He takes a nice, long breath of it, and blusters it out. There's only so much hair he can take off of Mark's head to make himself feel better, before he'll hate to look at the man, so he moves around the chair to finish off the hairline and call it quits. "Close your eyes for a second," he says.

"Maybe we can impress upon them the implication of Nerys being an alien," he adds. "It's not Mars, but it might not be anywhere on Earth, either. Not if it's at all real this time around."