It may be a stupid space jungle full of ways to die, but Grif's started to appreciate it here. They're making it. The volleys of househunting jokes they made as they settled in for the night haven't shaken Grif's pride in finding this particular spot. They have a good place to sleep, the view from the tree poking out into the moonlit night is beautiful, resources won't be a problem, and tomorrow? Tomorrow they're going to work on having walls and a roof.

It's a very comfortable situation to fall asleep in.

...Until Rich moves.

Grif's eyes snap open and he tenses, trying to figure out what's hap- Oh.

"...Rich?"