He appreciates the fact she doesn't pry. He's not ready to face a lot of things and poking at them - no, he's not ready for that either. So he purposely shifts his mind away from them and focuses on her words -

and coughs a laugh, edges of his eyes wrinkling as he smiles.

"Yeah. Pretty sure I would have preferred the worms." Multi-legged caterpillar cat aliens especially. He looks down at the remains of his arm when she does though, face sobering. He's been hoping they can shut it down - and yet a little afraid of it too. He has so little left on that side. He's pretty sure even the stump of his arm is gone entirely under the twisted mass of metal now. It may hurt but - at least its something. Once its shut off its just -

metal. A lump of metal that's attached to him like a parasite. Something that's entirely divorced from him and his control at that point. He locks his teeth together - and nods.

"Let's do it. The less active there is, the less chance there's anything left over for -

for anyone to control."

The mention of a new arm does have the hope rising in him - but he's careful not to let it get too large. They are running on limited supplies and an arm for him isn't a priority. He understands that. He can live with that.

Patience yields focus.

And sometimes just barely there sanity.

"I'll help however I can."