[Eridan is sitting in front of one of the terminals in the dormitory hallways, arguing with himself and chatting with Gamzee, trying to get his act together. Keep calm, Eridan, it's not the end of the world.

Right?

So enjoy the lanky, muttering alien with the wavy horns and the grey skin typing on the terminal, fussing because typing with just one hand is a bit of an acquired skill.]