[ He ends up continuing to smile without realizing it, which isn't normal at all. His natural state is pensive, a crease between his eyes and a frown. Smiling is always full of intent for him, a calculated sort of thing like his politeness—to show that he isn't a threat. But here it's easy and natural, and he really, truly feels happy. On a murderous spaceship. Thanks Luke. ]

I dunno what's weird about making sure you're not in pain. [ Maybe the other things are weird. Speaking of, he stands up. ] But you're right. Our way or not at all. [ That's always been Adam's way and he's not about to change that here. He makes his way over to Luke once he's done pacing, which Adam assumes is a sign that he's worn himself out. He places a hand on his shoulder, warm and heavy, that's meant to convey a lot of things that Adam can't find the words for. Then it moves to his back, pushing him gently in the direction of the bed. ]

What changed your mind? About having a better shot in Henrietta or Cambridge. Maybe it's not as dangerous as where you're from, but it's no walk in the park. [ There's a long pause when he thinks about today, like it was so long ago that he's having a hard time remembering. He just remembers Adelina readying herself for execution. The trial is a blur. ]

Is it really that surprising at this point? Refresh my memory.