Leto rubbed his eyes with his knuckles and let out a breath.
"Right," he said. "At a minimum, right."
There was simply no way a human could fit into that escape pod. Leto swallowed, then swallowed again.
"Os," he started, then rubbed at the back of his neck. Maybe it was the alcohol making him think through this, or maybe it was something he knew already and wouldn't quite admit to it.