"Yes, I can see that," Ritchie gave him an equally deadpan response, although there was the hint of a smirk behind it. He was temporarily distracted by the prospect of a shiny new gadget, and wondered if he would ever get to grips with using something like that.
Whatever he'd expected the answer to be, it hadn't been in the region of 30 years. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and his body opted for a mixture of the two. A sort of forced laugh, punctuated with a sob.
"Oh. Well. I doubt I'll get 30," he said, without really thinking first. It was meant to be a bit of dark humour, but it was too real, and the proper tears came like a delayed reaction. He was going to die here in this strange place, away from everyone he knew and loved.