[He's not expecting to win the contest of strength, but right now he's far too excited and distracted by al the theories and questions his brain keeps throwing up for him to blurt out that he doesn't try very hard to fight the pushing. He doesn't even laugh at the situation as his heels drag across the floor. He's like a dog with a bone--if the dog was also hopped up on adrenaline and had never seen a bone before.]

--Turian? But that doesn't make any sense, unless this is a whole thing that's being translated down from the Masters? I mean, making sense of all that was gonna take more than one Drift, right? Maybe this is my way of coping or SOEMTHING? But carbon based? Really? That makes like no sense, all my samples have always been silicone based life forms-- [He's talking out loud to himself now, letting his brain run and try and make sense of everything. Please stop him Nihlus.] --and you're so tiny, like why would you get downsized? Unless! Shit! Maybe my subconscious is making shit up to keep me busy, maybe I gotta figure you out instead of try and repair the ship? That would make more sense, I mean I am a xenobiologist first and engineer like far second, but, fuck! Fuck!

[Still going for 'this is a coma like off tv and he ha to complete a task to get back to the real world here. He's also started hyperventilating, Nihlus, help him.]