Oh, we're screwed. Before, I thought maybe it'd be possible to scrape through by just being friendly enough--not being the nail sticking up. But now?

[he gives a gallows grin, arms folded tightly across his chest]

I mean, what are we supposed to do? The fickle whims of the people here, I knew that was a threat from the beginning. Thought they might act a little more logically by now, but what do I know, I've been played as easily as anyone. Then there's the vent monster, or monsters, who knows how many of them there are since nobody knows how to sense them, including, apparently, our incredibly inept robot overlord, which is enough of a shitshow in itself...

My assessment? Whether it's to stupid people falling victim to this stupid excuse for a game, or to the AI turning off control to our fucking bodies, or to the alien parasites who are possibly inside us right now just waiting to bust out in a spray of grossness, we're all gonna die here without even having the chance--

[he breaks off for a breath that's more ragged than he expects, and tries to force his voice back down the octave.]

--God! Sorry, that got-- You weren't looking for some feel-good hopeful friendship speech, were you? I could try again.