"I hope not," he frowns, "A break would be nice."

Looking between her stomach and her face, it's clear he wants to say something but is unsure about it. He's mostly kept to himself in his time here - he wasn't exactly an ace at socializing back home, and now even surrounded by people in his same predicament he felt like a freak. Conversation didn't come easily. At the same time, he felt the urge for human contact grow as the days passed. Was it another part of the weird changes his body was experiencing?

Finally, he manges to ask, "Is it moving?"