He nodded his agreement as he picked up his menu to survey the selection of foods. He had to admit that it was nice to have civilization, even if he was trapped. It would be nicer to have some familiar faces around, though he felt guilty for wishing them here. He was sure that eventually they'd find a way home. Somehow. Someone would work it out.
"Funny," he agreed before he shook his head. He hadn't really thought about it that way, but it was true, wasn't it? He'd addressed the issue at least peripherally, when it was pointed out he was only living for River, and not himself, and he was working on forging his own path.
Well, he had been. Now he was on another path entirely, and he felt completely unprepared for it.
He glanced again to the window, uncertain what the appeal was, or what he thought he'd see there. Shaking his head, he turned his attention to the print.