[Falcon moved in a little closer, curious as to what was beyond the window. He hadn't realised it before, but looking through, into the outside world, it dawned on him that they were underwater. And looking out, into the expanse outside, he could have almost forgotten about where they were, that this entire world was contained within a single room. Almost forgotten that no matter what this place created, no matter what it immitated, they were still completely alone.
For one moment, none of that crossed his mind. In fact, nothing that had troubled him crossed his mind. None of that seemed to matter. He looked down at his helmet for a moment. As if removing it had lifted some heavy burden from him. He glanced back at Sander, his expression looking a little more peaceful, his smile more broad.]
Thank you. [He nodded, accepting Sander's offer of somewhere to sit, the chair creaking a little as he lowered himself down. Falcon himself grumbled a little, his wounds still not completely healed... His suit wasn't in its best condition either, hastily patched back together, the makeshift stitching threatening to tear at any moment.]
So, I'm guessing things didn't turn out quite as you'd hoped. [He spoke softly, resting his helmet in his lap.]