"I'm sure you'll make it," Billy tries to comfort. It's hard, having self-discipline like that, but it can be done. His own problems, he thinks, sound far less possible to solve.

So why not talk a little? For once, he's (probably) not being watched by the people who might kill him for what he's thinking. "I am. We're on a supply run. I've been hauling parts back and forth all morning," he says with a wince. He'd need a nice long rest that night.

"Is that a problem here?"