L-Ladd, Ladd! I-I was talking about him- [He was not. Or maybe he was- but it was alongside himself. Like two peas in the same pod of "men that deserve the worst they can get in a place like this". But that's absolutely not anything he's telling Xander if he can help it.]

[...Xander's next words give him pause. Because... in a way, the concept of all this happening by pure coincidence scares him much more than it being deliberate malicious intent. He hadn't even vaguely considered the possibility that they could've been chosen at random at all. Why would he? There's just no place for happenstance in his mind. ...guess that makes him no better than those radio conspiracy theorists.]

[...that train of thought gives him a good topic to deflect to, at least.]

...I- ...if it helps, yesterday, Venk and me were looking into what might've gotten us here to begin with. The radio signals. Apparently, they're big on talking about aliens after some- event that happened, maybe whatever it is that got us here... So, if we- keep following their theories on... space travel, if we find out how we arrived, that should find us all a way to leave. H-hopefully, sooner than later...