[ David’s touch startles him, though he’s a good enough pirate not to react. It’s kind and comforting. And human. He hasn’t had much of that since getting here. ]

I’ve borrowed a few crafts in my time. Borrowed the Strahl long enough it’s unrecognizable. [ He grins at the memory. How many hours did he and Fran spend upgrading that beautiful ship? ] My ship is sadly with the rest of my home, but my hovbike made it through with me. If you’re up for the wind in your hair and very sharp turns, there’s nothing quite like it. Desert skies would be better but I’ll take what I can get. [ Scions, he’s trying so hard. He’s cringing at himself. But there’s something freeing in it too. Aloofness begets distance. He’s had a lifetime of that. ]