[Right. More hungover than murdery. That's good, that's comforting. And the guy - Quill - seems engaged now, interested in their situation and how to go from here and that placates Rodney somewhat. Only his eyes narrow slightly and he tilts his head as he listens.]

What? [He mirrors the hand gesture obtusely.] What, what is that? What does that mean? And yes, I want to try the blood thing. Obviously?

[Still, he looks mildly insulted at the (absolutely apt) insinuation.]

I would? I could. I mean, I would be absolutely capable of performing the act myself but these hands? [Holding them up with a slight wiggle.] Might be needed the moment we leave this room and its potential containment field. So from a purely survivalist perspective, it makes a lot more sense for you to-- wait, did you say ship?

[His brain leaps back to several strings of information that his brain has been sort of sifting through in the background during all... that.]

Are you from the Daedalus? You guys aren't due for another week.