[It's... weird. When people touch or otherwise lean against that side. Against that arm. There's sensation, sure. He knows someone is touching it. But there's no real feeling. Like someone is touching him through heavy fabric. There wouldn't be any use for sensation in a weapon, would there?]

[He can't help the face he makes when she brings up 'hunting'. Not because he objects to it -- they need to, here, if they want to survive. But because the thought of going out and purposefully taking a life might... end up taking his brain somewhere he doesn't want it to go.]

I don't know if hunting is... something I want to try. But thanks for the suggestion.

[Then he quiets, listening to her story. It's the least he can do for all she's given up to him, in return. Pets... Now there's a good topic.]

We had a dog, when I was a kid. They're sort of hard to say no to, once you get attached. I was trying to figure out if one of the cats here would stick around us, but it doesn't seem like that worked out.

[Her question earns a long, drawn-out sigh from him. Taking the mug in his hands and toying with it as something to do. He wanted to ask more about her -- the Overwatch thing, the studies, all those questions. But...]

I'm not much for parties anymore. That's all.

[Because the last one they'd been to ended in the Castle getting taken over.]