Yeah. [ Damn, nothing but crackers. He's tempted to see if he can whistle with a mouth full of them before visibly shrugging and moving to the fridge, to--ah. Water. Bingo. He twists the top off as he speaks. ]

Y'know how you said it's not completely up to just us as a group? And you can trust other people. I mean, I trust you mostly-- [ he may or may not chug half of the bottle ] --but there's still something missing.

Bill, he used to sort of do this, since he's the leader. Figured out what works and what didn't. Now we're just sort of drifting, it sucks. Don't you think everyone here's crazy, anyway? Aliens and super powers and all that shit, how are you supposed to relate to that sorta thing?