Oh, shit. [He grins, getting used to how... odd this is. Odd, but very cool, and certainly something that gains his respect. 'I don't have to hide here'. He thinks he knows what some of that feels like, if you're careful about your definition of 'hide'.] Makes sense. I just-

[He shakes his head. She's been honest with him. He's trying to get better about returning the favor.] Computer I mentioned? In my head? Usually it scans everybody, tells me what they can do right off. Been on the fritz since I got here. Not used to not knowing things. But... [He sighs.] Since I guess I got something like a choice, now, guess it's none of my damn business, huh?

[She seems... withdrawn. Some instinctual part of him, the part of him that reads people in a way the computer never can, tells him she might like that. But he's been wrong before.]