Well...no one's tried to shoot me yet, so that's good. Jury's still out on whether or not anyone will actually listen to what I'm saying. You'd think they'd be a little more enthusiastic that I'm trying to come up with a way for them to actually live on this moon without all the toxic fumes.

[ This is Rhys, Trying To Be Chill about the fact that things are very much not chill right now, and he probably shouldn't go anywhere without an escort.

That said...things are going better than he thought they'd be, which probably isn't saying much. But Rhys has decided to be baselessly optimistic about things as he squares his shoulders and rolls them in a faux-confident shrug. ]

Let's just hope a few of them actually bite.