[he doesn't get much by way of sleep at night, so he finds himself often taking naps when Pandora's busy with her phone. Prometheus only wakes up when he notices Pandora's growing confusion. He blinks a couple of times before leaning over to read the texts she has on her phone..]

What's got you so worked up? [he pauses as he reads a little further, then laughs softly bitterly] It's a few centuries too late for that. Is everyone here a hopeless optimist?

[he turns his head into Pandora's shoulder and knows the exhaustion he feels goes deeper than lack of sleep and slowly recovering energy levels. He seems almost out of character, now that he's not posturing for others to see, but the grimace grin on his face remains ever the same]

Heh. It'd be like how one of our dear friends puts it... 'That's not our function'. We were never meant to be happy.