This moment makes me Unwell. Imagine being traumatized by oxygen. As in, the thing your friend actively needs in order to live. It is highly flammable and very dangerous, you experienced how dangerous it is, and it is everywhere on this ship. There might be a leak at any moment and everything will explode and you will die and your friend will die and your worlds will die and—!!
Imagine how paranoid Rocky was during the first few days after the Adrian incident. Imagine how many times he inspected the ship to make sure that nothing is going to explode. Imagine how frustrated he was because he is restricted by his ball and his tunnels and he can't actually interact with the ship and Grace just doesn't understand the danger (and is not that good at fixing things anyway).
Even worse, imagine Grace needing an oxygen mask after the "fishing trip" (or for whatever reason during the journey). This is much more concentrated amount of this dangerous dangerous dangerous thing. And it's actively keeping your friend alive. And it's terrifying.
This rock needs so many hugs (or whatever counts as the eridian equivalent of hugs), I'm not even joking.















