Her touch was a way for him to ground himself and solidify in his mind that this was real. He was getting out of here; that he had survived. And not only had he survived but he was getting a chance to become more than what he'd been before. There were a lot of unanswered questions and a lot of possibly outcomes but Kuron was willing to take the risk. His grip on her hand stayed tight until some of the rubble tripped him up, his already sketchy balance sending him teetering but Lisa was there to steady him, pressed underneath his arm and helping him to the top of the mound.

He drew away once they reached the ship itself to allow her to enter first, following slowly and almost hesitantly as being in a confined space nipped at something in him.

It wasn't one of those tubes. It wasn't a cage. It was just a ship.

"Thanks," he murmured as he folded the chair down and sat down to get himself strapped in, snagging the helmet. The thought of taking the ship did cross his mind, it was something he couldn't help and the urge--the impulse--to knock her out had his fingers twitching out of programmed habit--

But Kuron was quick to quell it, slipping the helmet on and leaning back against the seat. He wasn't that person anymore. He wasn't a Galra tool. Not anymore.

"Ready as I'll ever be, Lisa."