He's quiet a moment, after the little "outburst". Granted, it wasn't really an outburst by most peoples' standards. But he was used to keeping things close to the chest these days. Part of that had been the war, had been Shepard needing someone to lean on, who'd already taken care of his crap. On the other hand, this was way out of both their depths.

A little venting was probably normal.

"Yeah," he agrees, and straightens up. "Yeah, I like that idea. Probably need to check on your fish, while we're at it."

Sure, they're not real either, none of this place is. But if they can pretend the shower is actually there, that they're actually returning from a bitter cold recon, he can tease about the fish. Not the hamster, though, there are some things a man does not touch.