"Not that you need to ask anything in particular," Yori hastens to add at the reluctant silence. She'd better remember Rinzler can hardly be be familiar with requests that aren't commands. "Just, if they bother you, you can send me a message any time." It's obvious the memories or the contradictions trouble him. She has no idea if he'll ever admit to specifics. But trying to make him talk is a terrible idea.

His hand fits so well with hers that she has to remind herself again he's not Tron. Then again, she'd never felt so relieved that Tron was willing to let her hold his hand; it had never even been in question.

Rinzler looks pleased to be holding her hand, she's happy, and maybe she shouldn't analyze those facts too far right now. Yori lets herself smile for the moment.

At his signal she quickens her steps. They did come out here with an actual goal, even if the conversation ended up being more important. "Going back to flight maintenance does sound like a good plan right now. Does it matter which direction the transporter faces?" Moving it after it's out of her pac-disk would be a bit awkward.