His shoulders go tense when Clark first sits down, but it's for show-- threatening further moodiness, apparently. But he unwinds a heartbeat later, even pushing the cowl off his head.

"Yes," he says with a grunt, scrubbing one gloved hand over his hair. "Twenty-two Earth hours. I can't believe we're going this far into deep space just because the Corps won't pull its collective head out of its space police ass."