"That's it exactly." Odd how this person he barely knows echoes almost every thought Pratt has. Well his actual thoughts anyway, the other thoughts, the ones that Jacob planted there, Pratt is trying to shove aside and never think about. And being alone and afraid caused them all to come tumbling out in a nonsensical jumble.

He doesn't ever want to experience that again.

"How did I manage?" He chuckles, low and with a twinge of bitterness. "Not well."

Trying to rationalize it he continues, "No one's dead or injured, so I suppose it went as well as could be hoped. Given.... the circumstances."

The circumstances as well as his entire mental state which is being held together by sheer force of will. He shakes his head, not wanting to think too deeply on it.

"And yourself?"