Erik wishes they had the breathing masks when the life support was failing. His lungs are still sore, and he sometimes finds himself coughing up some kind of dark phlegm that he has to make sure Clara doesn't notice. He doesn't need her to start fussing.

He catches a resonance that might be samarium-cobalt. They don't have any on the station, or anything to make it with, and it's damned useful stuff. If you can keep it from shattering, that is. He is so set on his goal that he doesn't notice the young man at first.

"Pardon me." He steps around the other and whatever it is that he's doing and starts sorting through the refuse. There's a rusty clattering sound behind him and he belatedly remembers his makeshift scrap orb. He pauses and turns to lift it, and sets it hovering out of reach of the roaming trash heaps before returning to the task at hand.