It's a curious thing to him, her complaints-- because that's what they register as-- but he doesn't seem to care any. His expression doesn't change from the passive one he's wearing, head tipped forward still as air is flushed through his ports, clearing them out before he releases his hair and lets it fall back against his neck. It allows him to sit up, to look to her again, even though she seems to be staring at nothing at all. It doesn't unnerve him, as it might some, but he doesn't have that formal level of humanity left where it would be a problem.

"I didn't think about it."