"...can you set one up for me?" he asks. He doesn't mind sharing the apples with Maine, but fresh fruit is a coveted supply and there's never enough for his tastes.

He shifts a little, but feels the gel layer of his suit settle more comfortably around him. He hadn't even realised it hadn't been sitting right. "Thanks! Do you offer room service too? Because I tell you, the pillows are not great."