Eight takes the linens and adds them to the stack. There's no telling how far they can stretch what they have when they start making bedding and having to wrap injuries, but for now it's a nice little pile.

He then turns to make sure he's facing Nick when he speaks. Without knowing how to do sign language and with his hands occupied with the work, lip reading is the only option. He wonders if it looks strange to Nick that he's speaking Octarian but he's getting the words in English.

"I'm OK. It's hard for me to remember, but I think this place is similar to where I grew up. It feels strangely familiar. What about you?"