[He flinches as it runs by his feet to it's crabby home, and sighs once it's far enough away.]

...Look at that crab, hurrying back home like that. [He lets out another sigh, more forlorn than the one before.]

I, too, have somewhere to be. A place some would call ¨home¨, but to me -- it's a sanctuary, a sanctum, somewhere safe that I belong. How I long to breathe again, without worrying every waking moment about where I am, where I'm going, and how I'm to survive in a place unfamiliar such as this.

[He starts walking towards the ship again, sure that Greg would follow.]

Let's see how bad the shape of the ship is.