You tremble, partially with fear, as you're pressed up against Sha-Ming's body in the medical pod. Sha-Ming smiles awkwardly and tries to diffuse the tension a little. "This is pretty cramped... Sorry, looks like we're gonna be rubbin' up on each other." "W-Well," you say, "it's either that or be devoured by a slime mould, so..." "Mm. Until Stella lets all the air out, we're gonna be stuck." He laughs nervously. "Oh, but don't worry, even I wouldn't get all frisky at a time like this!"