"I've done that," Keith admitted. "It doesn't usually go too well."

He let himself sink the rest of the way to the floor, leaning his head back against the wall with a soft thud.

"I just never did well with being cooped up," he said quietly. That might sound strange coming from someone who was a space explorer. After all, one would technically be 'cooped up' inside a ship. But it was different. The ship was moving around. There was a level of control over where it went and what it did and how fast it traveled. There was space around you. And, yeah, maybe it was a little hard to pick out the details that made regions of space different, it was still there on a fundamental level that you weren't stuck in the same spot.

But this?

"I just feel trapped, and I don't like it." Especially with the knowledge that they were underground, and the volcano had erupted and dumped lava on top of them, effectively sealing them in. Would the way they came in hold it out? Were they going to have to dig their way out once it was over? Was there another exit that they just didn't know about yet because it wasn't "time"?

Keith had questions and concerns, and his brain wasn't letting him push past them.