"What, you mean like the monsters or whatever it is we've been running into?"

She sounds skeptical, but not because he's wrong: the footage they'd seen when they came aboard the ship didn't involve any obvious disfigurement. Or at least not any that she could tell - alien species are still a thing she's getting used to, after all. Poised and ready to turn around and scoff, she instead finds him still-standing a distance away, looking distracted as anything.

"Hey."

Like huffing out a sound to get a dog's attention, she calls to him. Waiting for a sign of life. Unlife. Whatever. "You feeling tired or something?"