(Baylock asks Lucas how he's handling the pressure)
Lucas: It's great, just great. I've flunked out of existence, nearly 8 days with barely any sleep. I can't even tell my fiancée what I'm doing, when I might be back: 'You see, pumpkin, an extraterrestrial probe landed in the ocean and it sent out this weird-ass signal that mutates your DNA and turns you into an alien, and it infected a bunch of people on a ship. They're running loose in the general population. Oh! And by the way, I might be infected, how's your day?...' Okay, I'm done ranting now, sorry.