[Seth doesn't want to know. Richard doesn't need a line into his head to know that. He could've asked any time, back home, but he didn't, and that's indication enough. Between the resentment emanating off him and the aching gnaw of hunger in Richard's stomach, he doesn't feel like dragging up the last time he'd fed is going to be anything but a reminder he could do without.]

Seeing as I don't usually have to deal with aliens and being stuck in more layers than a fucking mummy, I don't think looking at what I usually do is gonna provide you any helpful fucking insights.

[If Seth was going to be able to help at all. The longer this conversation goes on, the more Richard's starting to think it's a bad idea.]