[ his hand moves down his face enough to look at her over the tips of his fingers, looking utterly confused she's reassuring him on this. He rubs his arm then, hanging his head but looking at her still. ][ He trails off, having difficulty formulating his thoughts. ] The um- Protecting someone else is good on our end so that- Maybe. It tallies up? [ Does that make any sense? Sounds like it does to him. He thinks for a moment, ends up mirroring her by picking at his own jeans. He shrugs. ] Thanks. [ For trying. ]

Can you guys go in the hatch? Maybe she can jump in with me. See where it goes. I know there's a block for the, uh... the... exit. It gets those spikes. But that never has any.