"Um." That wasn't that hard a question. Palmer was between a rock and a hard place right now. He was sure he was missed back in Antarctica, and he wanted to let his workmates know he was okay - although Childs was there to take over mechanic duties and Palmer had a sneaking feeling that he'd be safer if he chose to stay in the Nexus. He could move in here, set up shop, make an honest living. From now on he'd be working for himself and himself alone.

He doesn't even know how to get back to the Outpost. He'd panicked when the dog came in and scrambled into the nearest closet to hide when it went for him. Cowardly? Yes, but he's sure it also saved his life. As intimidating and huge as the Nexus is, Palmer is happy to be alive.

"Let's say you had folks back where you came from who you're pretty sure miss you. However, if you went back to see 'em you'd probably get killed."