[ Nate doesn't want to throw down that he understands pressure per square inch, he's a diver for Chrissakes, because he knows Ian is only trying to be methodical and thorough. Practical, rather than a buzzkill. So he takes the information as the advice it's intended to be, rather than a personal commentary on his potential ignorance, and laces his fingers together between his knees. ]

Okay, so, death by oxygen narcosis in a vacuum sounds bad.

[ Conversational and light, because he's attempting to look for contingencies to avoid the rigors and testing periods of developing a freaking space suit. ]

Alternatively, I can try to call in a favor with Morningstar. Gaby said I should go to El if I've got any ideas I want to see realized.