[ He could have explained, maybe, that Gunny was a nickname, that she was the woman with him at the table while they were playing their game. That he really didn't think she would ask anyway.

But he still had the picture of his wife and his son, staring up at him from between his fingers.

He didn't need to keep heaping betrayal after betrayal. So he let the subject change. ]

I ain't got a clue in hell what tinder is, but. Nah, we try to keep busy. Prax is gettin' his plants set up to supplement the air filters, Naomi an' Amos have been doin' a lot of maintenance work and tryin' to get those damn doors open, Bobbie's been helping out there an' trainin' people--

[ He trails off, raises his glass to his lips, and finishes it. ]

I'm the pilot. Which means I don't do a good god damn thing but try an' help them until we've got somethin' to fly.

[ He glances at her. ]

Amos said you had one of those creepy wires under your skin, too.