ii'm not ok, but ii'm gettiing there.

"Government at itth finetht," Sollux snorted, then returned Dib's smile and went to picking at the knee of his jeans. He'd opted for something looser and more comfortable but still mostly plain for the sake of not having to deal with heavy material and more cumbersome decoration, worn out and fraying here and there. He glanced at the readouts directly in front of him, then laid his head back against the seat. "Tho if you figure out what'th going on, what are you even going to do about it? Jutht exorthithe it and head back out? Theemth pretty thraightforward to me."