Travis had been in this whole for a week.

No one would blame him for having a little bit of a breakdown today, would they?

The form of said breakdown? He had all of the station's various cutting tools out by the wall of the cavern, and was going at the rock with each in turn, trying to figure out if they could just cut their way out of this hellhole.

So far, all he'd managed to do was break a chainsaw and an ax, and dull a couple of rotary blades. He was trying the diamond tipped one next. Possibly while screaming.