"Clearly," and despite the sarcasm, Jon's voice is soft. There's a breath in and Jon can only be glad that he's had a few years on the Barge to shave off his tendency to mutter anything that his overly-sharp tongue comes up with, because the misery he can smell in that breath is, well, breathtaking. Even for him, who's been wallowing in his own.

"But that's... usually when one could use a friend. Would you care for company on... well, wherever the hell you're going?"