[Ah. What is it with people telling him he's liked and they're glad he's here? This has come up a few times now and he's not entirely sure how to handle it, considering. He looks at her questioningly, nodding slowly after a while.]

…you remember what I said about fate, don't you? [A shrug.] Pre-determined before I was even born, I think. A lot of things probably make more sense to you now. [Why he wasn't confident he'd see his friends again. Why his left side is covered in old wounds. Why he came to her specifically after her own possession to try and help.] I'm just kind of sorry you had to find out like this.

[A pause.] You shouldn't be out by yourself this late. C'mon. I'll walk you back. [It's not even that far of a distance but after last week he trusts nothing about this fucking ship.]