"That Norse God-dude here?" Gabe chuckled mostly to himself, remembering the man's fanatics who he had seen even in 2099. Legends don't die, he supposed. "Can I try lifting his hammer? It's like The Sword in the Stone, right? Whoever lifteth the hammer shall be worthy of the power of Thor!"
Unicorns. He was still a little stuck on the idea of Gods, legendary heros and mythical creatures somehow living on a space station when he saw his big brother swing towards where Gabe was, still wearing a robe and his boxers with sunglasses dangling from the pocket. "I'm never gonna get used to you doing that," he said, tilting his had to look up at the ceiling where Miguel had just... stuck to?
"Lab," he said instantly. It was familiar, it was Miguel through and through, a bit of normality. "I swear to shock, there's like this constant buzzing in my head from all the weird electrics here. Maybe you can poke a hole in me and stick a fork in me, jumble my brain around. Might help."