"I am less caught up in this than it seems, don't distress yourself on my behalf." That shape is wearing armor. Another being out here? Something intelligent, or a monster? .. Or both, he supposed.

Maybe it was the source of this nightmare. He could understand the crushing misery of isolation, he'd endured it most of his life, but this had the feel of something more specific. What he can see is mulled over, as is what he's been told. The whole point-- "Are you the prisoner then, or is that?"

One black gloved hand rises to gesture at the approaching ominous shape.

There is a certain irony he's oblivious to of Leonardo's prison dimension catching more than one alien parasite in it. Or one alien parasite and one hybrid.