The wordless query is easy to interpret. Rinzler tends to be consistent. "I brought my transport down without hitting anything," Yori reports--that one might be obvious, but she's quite proud of it. Flying through space or in Encom's system is entirely different from dodging all the rubble and pods from the Moira to reach a safe landing. Her transport isn't scratched, unlike quite a number of the pods.

She's not sure Rinzler ever got the alert she tried to send earlier when Clu spoke to her, but since they're both here now with no sign Clu is going to interfere, that isn't urgent. Unsettling, but not urgent. It certainly won't help Rinzler relax at all. She can tell him before he leaves.

"I've been working on inventory since then," she glosses over the post-crash events. "But I'd rather rest in the transport than in a tent." Power supply if necessary, defensible walls, a way to lock Clu out or escape if she really had to...along with a good chance Rinzler would show up at some point. Plenty of reasons.

She shakes her head to clear out the question of what Clu is doing. Rinzler is here. That's more important.

Yori reaches out to brush his elbow, hoping he'll let her have the reassurance. They've lost so much all over again--she appreciates Rinzler as a constant. "What have you been doing?" she asks, in hope of getting a little more detail than whether he believes he's functional.