He breaks into a grin, hearing about it. "I was wondering if it was something like that. That's perfect. Maybe it'll even help me 'reset' some when I've been on the Barge too long."

The breaches 'helped,' as far as that went, and he's definitely found some respite here in Malcolm's cabin. But a total void? Maybe his brain can finally work out some of the twists and turns it's got this way.

He gives Malcolm a small, mischievous smile, then puts the helmet on. Got to test just how heavy a dark and quiet it gives him, right? He won't be long, honest. Hell, even just not having to worry about whatever expression he's been wearing while he zones out might be nice.