He snorted. "Oh, I don't know. One more five-hour game of Galactic Monopoly and I'd consider it."

Realising that he probably wasn't going to be able to beat this particular unhappy situation into submission with grim quips, his expression became more serious as he confirmed, "no, I don't suppose I would, at that." He let out a long breath. "Would 'are you all right?' be a stupid question at this juncture?"