Well, ah, thank you, I suppose. [He doesn't feel like it's doing him much good here, honestly. He doesn't have the Reliant, he's being sloppy with his star maps, and the most he's done with his programming skills is build a hill to ride a motorcycle on. Abel feels stuck, despite having come so far working everything out with Cain. He needs a job, a purpose, something to keep him occupied that isn't breakfast dishes and making the bed.]

Yes and no. [He offers the man a wry smile.] I'm a friend of Cain's, we were partnered together in a Starfighter, long before we arrived here. [After a breath he winces and laughs awkwardly before straightening up on the loveseat.] I never even gave you my name, did I? I'm sorry-- I'm Abel.