Gaeta blinks, then huffs out a similar laugh. His stomach isn't growling, but he presses a palm to it as if reminding himself that yes, there is more to existence than nonstop chattering about spaceflight. After such a long conversation, it's probably time to refuel.

This might be the most Gaeta has ever spoken in one go since he arrived on Marrow Isle, in fact. His throat's a bit scratchy from it, but... for all of his tendency toward solitude, it actually feels good. Proof that he's alive. Proof that some part of him can still exist among others.

"Only one way to find out," he says. He grabs his cane and levers himself up to go investigate.