He has been here for about an hour and a half. Tops.

Roman takes this cautious observation as praise, but after looking around at the cosmic amount of buillshit he's seen in the bleary hour he's been here, he can understsand Tim's hesitation. Roman drops the rest of the junk he's looted in order to get right up in Tim's bubble, slinging a bony arm around his shoulders and getting real close.

His breath smells like ash. Not smoke. Ash.

"I'm screamin' on the inside!"