Oh no, I get you. I totally get you. Instead I got to be abso-fucking-useless over there. Honestly, I think the only thing we were genuinely able to do was say 'don't think we're in space' because otherwise, we did JACK SQUAT there, and do you have any idea how that makes me feel--how it MADE me feel then, knowing you were fucking worried and I could do nothing? I understand, Hermann, I really do--I was there with you in KScience, dude, I get the sense of responsibility and the need to do something and the prioritizing them over my own sleep and all that shit, but man--

[ Are they coming up on the elevator yet? Newt spares a glance behind him to check...and derails his train of thought. He makes a couple futile gestures.]

...I don't know how to deal with you being worried over me, dude. I didn't...really know how to deal with it then, before we got here, and I don't now. You shouldn't-- I mean.