He was silent for a long stretch of time, wondering just how many people she had met, then summarily lost, just like that. As dire as their current situation was, it was normal for all of those upon the ship who currently had nothing, to latch onto the idea of kinship, lovers and comrades.

Some amount of time had passed since Matt and Alex had been podded; a length of time he was currently unsure of. Was she still upset about it or had she come to terms with it? Did she really like working so often, or was she like Nehaalista, who made sure she busied herself when she didn't want to deal with emotional distress?

Ah, he was doubtful on his ability to figure out how she was feeling with all the emotional complexities involved in a situation like that.

Nokosi hopped his chair over beside hers and slid a long, lithe arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a side-hug. "It is a very bittersweet feeling, yes? I prefer to focus on making it more 'sweet' than 'bitter', though."

With their current closeness, he almost laughed at the amount of liquor he could smell on her. Far more than he could drink, he was sure. "I see. Is it some form of energy that is produced by one's body, or is it taken from the world around them?"