Very proud to call you my comrade. Very proud. Comrade. Parsing the language of Ari Tayrey--not even her spacer terms, but getting to know her habits, her priorities, the ideals by which she leads her life and the lens through which she views it--has been a bit of a trial by fire, but not one he regrets. This is a sentiment with weight behind it, from someone who won't give it easily. What a gift to have.

"We all want to get out. Might fight a lot over how that gets done, but no one gets left behind, if I have anything to say about it." He shakes his head. "It's basic decency, and besides, I'd like to keep the sign-up sheets sign-up."

He places a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You're... you're a good one, Tayrey. I'm around if you need me, yeah? Here and back on the ship."