Rich moves to check his bag again at Galo's insistence. "Oh... yeah, looks like the ticket's in here. No clothes, though, uh, just..." He half-pulls a fuzzy looking bear out of his pack before stuffing it back in, face flushed.

"Y-Yeah, no clothes." He would be more embarrassed, but he's fortunately distracted by Eight's words. "Wait, what does that mean? How long am I supposed to be on here?" He examines the ticket for any sort of destination or date.