“Oh … I see,” Jon says, tone hushed. There is a kind of existential sadness, he thinks, to the need for wearing a discarded body, but he decides to keep that particular thought to himself. The gate is just ahead, and he’ll need to focus. It’s been a while since he’s had a statement, what with being stuck in Alex’s body for however long that episode had lasted, and while starvation effects are a ways off yet, he’s not in tip-top form, either. Jon halts his steps to take a moment for digging up a reserve of courage. A deep breath in, a slow exhale, and he turns to Murmur with a soft smile.

“You wear it well.” The vessel, he means. Then, with a nod toward the gate, he asks: “Shall we?”