Terry was tired. He'd been knocked out by a scream, grabbed by giant bugs, and run around a giant bug nest shirtless. He could label this as the worst day - day... was that word even applicable on the ship? - in his life. But the idea of getting his suit back... that was enough to bring him out of his confused, exhausted state, if only a little.

"Ooookay..." he said, running a hand through his hair, "that locker thing was back by the pods, yeah? Might as well head there."

"Oh - " he took a step and paused, "I guess since I was a cartoon, you already know my name. But, just in case... I'm Terry." He held out a hand for her to shake.