"Oh. Well. I suppose it would be worth an attempt."

The idea of cranking up his already steadily working engines and internals sounded terribly exhausting though. But he still shrugged, before cranking them up another few degrees. His core temperature sluggishly started to climb, but his extremities - and helm - weren't showing much reaction at all.

"Hn."

The urge to giggle was pretty much gone, and that sudden, abrupt switch from giddiness to exhaustion worried him.

Mirage started weakly wiggling around under the tarp, trying to get to his subspaced rations without uncovering them both.