[He feels like he's losing his damn mind. He wasn't planning on being here just yet and he keeps getting those dumb, reckless ideas he knows would get him killed. Or, well. Almost certainly worse.]

[But it's hard to ignore how bad he wants to. How easy he thinks it'd be to slip out and sidle up to Garnet at a signing, or slip into a booth at a bar next to Yuffie. As if somehow security wouldn't notice and drag him back to Lesedi for life as a human battery.]

[Terry occupies himself by practising his magic, trying to do something at least a little productive. He's wedged himself in little spaces around the ship, the same way he used to hide from his manager, humming and trying to maintain his control of the lighting around him. So if you're nearby, it might suddenly go pitch black or the lights might suddenly change colours or whatever. Who knows?]

[No piercings, no tattoos and his eyebrows fully grown in-- it's weird how this doesn't actually feel like him even though it is. Terry looks down at himself and sees his Initiative training gear; the boots, the camo pants. The T-shirt.]

[He sighs.]

[But there's someone else nearby. A faint whisper on the air of somebody's fears, and he walks in that direction to try and find them.]

Hey-- Hello? [please don't be from the label] Do you know where we are?