...okay. [Chloe stays put with the upper edge of her lip curled back, brow furrowed for all of a half beat as she tries to follow that nonsensical train of thought. Sorry Lowell, she doesn't really have a poetic soul.]

Look, I've got some free time this week. If you're not against the idea I can see about rounding up a few of the local techs and putting them to work setting up some VI- VR- whatever equipment to keep you lads from feeling like you're stuck in a glass box.

[After all, nobody deserves to be locked up like this for months on end with no clean exit in sight.]