"...bro."
Nobody laughed. Nobody told Kelvin to shut up. For a few seconds, that one word just hung there, and nobody had anything better.
Then Kelvin blinked behind his glasses and sat forward so fast his wheelchair rolled an inch.
"Wait. Wait, wait, wait." He pointed at Noah. "Say the air part again."
"What?"
"You said he breathed the air. One said that. He said he stood on it and breathed the air."
"Yeah, he..."
"No helmet? No suit?"
Noah thought back to the clearing. "He didn't say anything about a suit."
