... We can't... [ He's still trying to register how to think of it, folding his arms as he tries to think it through. He's not quite sure what to think about that. He's trying really hard to be mature and think and not be too rash. ]

... So... we have to get used to it. And, there's no way to get out... and no way to talk to the others... [ He rubs his temples, letting out a small sigh ]

What do we do, then?