"I bet." He couldn't imagine keeping count for that long, even if it was something to focus on to maybe stay sane. Or something.

"Medusa," he repeated, "Like that old myth?" Which he vaguely knew about, at least. Something, something, woman with snakes for hair, something about stone and a beheading.

"Wait, so like. Do you think there are aliens on the moon doing this, or other people?"