Ah. That sounds--[His eyes widen at the mere thought that he had so narrowly missed such ordeals. She is right, of course, that this ship does not seem like a place for rest and relaxation, but he hadn't imagined anything so distrubing as a slavers' planet.]

That sounds truly awful, honestly. I'm glad to see that you're unhurt.

[He almost--almost--places his hand on her arm, but the idea of what they no longer have is not completely lost on him. He refrains, for now. But he has hope for the future. He always has hope.]

You were headed somewhere, before I ran into you. May I accompany you?