[That gets a soft, dry chuckle out of him. He smiles at her briefly, and doesn't move away from her hip bump.]

What makes you think I slept at night before that?

But in all honesty, I'm not worried about anything on the lines of him turning up here. I'm relatively certain that the Moira isn't even in the same universe, and I strongly suspect that he was tied to the other ship. It's only --

[He moves towards the door.]

Guns and food are both downstairs.

You can build a life, yes. I had... I was. I'm not convinced it was a very good one, but it was mine. I'll try here, but... if you can be ripped out at any point, and so can anyone else, how many times do you have to rebuild it? The situation seems terribly unstable.

[He sounds relatively unemotional about all of this, partly by design, partly by nature, partly because investment of that kind is draining in the way he'd always suspected it would be... but even so, a little bit of sadness and exhaustion have both crept into his tone. He's left someone behind, but only in a way that's indicated to him that he'd gotten more attached than he'd realized.]