"All right." Quiet, at Crichton's tone. "I-- thank you." For telling him? For not telling her? For both? He's desperate to ask who does know, besides of course Valdis, but he did say he wouldn't ask further questions, and he's already brought Crichton's mood down far enough.

"Right. Er."

Oh god what does he say now. He cranks himself up to be like 30% more upbeat:

"What- what do you think you'll want for your first breakfast as a free man?"

Nailed it.