A lot of free time. Fuck, that sounds unpleasant. He watches the kitten bunny-kick the tassel with a sinking feeling. So the past week of nothing-to-do outside of cleaning showers and staring in consternation at food options is normal. He'd been starting to actually hope for one of those flood-port-breaches Steve mentioned, if just to give him something to fucking do.

Other than, apparently, look after cats. And read? The thought of the library full of books is even more overwhelming than the food selection.

He wants to be behind a door so he can punch something without anyone seeing. The wall beside his door has acquired some dents over the past week or so. But he's stuck here, with the earnest blonde warden, and a very squash-able kitten. Worse, though not unfamiliar, he doesn't know what to say to that. He wrestles with words for a long moment before coming up with, "You'd think. A prison ship would keep people busier."