"Good, uh... key ring," says Gaeta, amused but approving. He lifts his coffee toward the Klefki. "Mostly. If that woke me up, I would've thought it was a hull failure and dropped dead of a heart attack, not -- how I ended up dying."

You know. Being executed at the end of a launch tube.

After a moment's hesitation, Gaeta rubs the back of his head, faintly embarrassed. "I'm going into CIC mode," he says, wry. "I can feel it. See a problem, try to fix it. But -- honestly, I don't know. What do you need to feel safer, Father?"