"Being trapped in an enormous death trap hurtling through space?" He pauses to let out an exasperated sigh. "Unfortunately, yes."

"We have something called replicators back in my world. If there are available around here, you might be able to replicate yourself a set of clothes," he remarks casually. Because this place has to have replicators, right? Or something similar. Although the concept of having to pay for things is entirely new to him, so he furrows his brow at her.

"Dear god, I hope they don't expect us to be paying in currency." This place is far too advanced to have to worry about exchanging goods for money, or at least, he hopes so.