No, definitely not yet. Everything's too new. Needs to settle down. He leaves, lighter on his feet and not just because of being stripped down. Nabs a tech, says a few words. A shower feels like a miracle, and shaving the overnight stubble makes his face feel like he wasn't just drifting like a homeless person or puking up a night of coffee not terrible long ago.

And being away from York means that he's more himself. The drift falls away bit by bit, and, like York leaving his side to steal some food, he is better able to feel himself and not them as a singular being. His own thoughts in his own head. Better that way, to have time apart.

Food, actual food, and no, not pizza. Actual cooked food from the galley that is meant to be eaten and not swifted out in the middle of the night. He drops heavily onto a bench and can't help but still feel tired despite the rest full of dreams he got. But he's present, more present than he's been since he stepped into the pod.