[ He could make a remark about her not needing to be loud with her footsteps, his hearing is advanced, after all. But he doesn't, simply listening to her approach and vaguely tracking her as she does. ]

So it seems. [ He speaks to her remark about the side effects, dry. ] They've got to get their chaos any way they can, after all.

[ Yzak lets out a small contemplative noise at her offer. Does he want to go to the mess hall? Maybe somewhere different to sit for a while and reorient is a good idea, and he can grab a small bite, too. ]

The mess hall sounds fine. If the station wasn't so different in some ways I'd be able to make it there fine on my own. [ Of course he has to state that, so he doesn't appear as helpless as he feels. But it is true that some rooms are completely different than they're used to them being. He reaches out his left arm as an acceptance to her offer. ]