He has a fond smile as she corrects herself over the lions even though he doubts she needs to. He's impressed with Voltron too - but if he had to chose -

Black. He'd take just Black any day.

"Pidge..." his voice was soft and he didn't sit right away, reaching out instead to rest a hand on her thin shoulder. A shoulder he knows carries too much and one he wishes didn't have to but it would be insulting to say she hadn't earned her place and the right to fight right next to them just as much as the rest of the team. Very gently, he squeezes.

"I couldn't have used it if you'd shut off nerve endings. The arm's always hurt. From the second it was installed, every moment onward from that point. There was nothing anyone could have done and - I needed it. I had nothing else to fight the Galra with." Another gentle squeeze and he let go but only to reach down and curl her fingers gently around the scanner in them. He doesn't have anything to fight the Galra with now. Nothing but his lion. On the ground, outside of Black - what good is he? He's not even sure he can use the Black Bayard, whatever it is it turns into. He is - he was - right handed. He finally sits down where she indicated.

"But if you can figure out a way for someone to take the leftover hardware out of me, I'd appreciate it. It's useless now."

He doesn't say what that makes him.