[He's silent and frowning for a beat as he zips his own bag. He doesn't make any moves to head towards the bathroom; the bag he gathered is already fully stocked in the event of an emergency, and he really doesn't need much.]

I don't know if it ate energy. I've never had that impression... although people on that ship also had powers.

[He heads towards the door, back to the hall, then sighs.]

It... he... had free run of the ship, and he was very concerned with isolating people and then getting them to do things for him... I don't think he could act on his own. Probably irrelevant to our current situation, except with regard to my happiness.

[That word comes out rueful this time. There's another door a little down the hall.]

Do we want some sweatpants?