Sailor did not want to talk about himself. That had always been a theme in his life, never wanting to think about an consider his own past and circumstances. At the same time she had a right to know, so after nervously chewing his lip he answered, "I haven't declared my major." It was a polite way of saying 'I have no clue what I want to do with my life' but it was the only answer he had.
Although we was considering going into something with computers or technology. His sister had it right for once, he did feel much more at ease around them than he did in any of his other classes. Possibly he felt better working with them than he did with people. The language was simpler and logical, and while he was not always the most logical person he appreciated their constancy. But all his work with computers seemed to have made him lacking in dealing with people, because he had no clue what to do here. His usual way would not work.
She seemed tense, but he did not know how to help her. Hell, he barely knew her. Still, he reached out slowly and cautiously as if second guessing himself every moment. He covered one of her clenched fists with one of his own but could not find any words to comfort her with. Somehow, 'Don't worry, it's going to be alright' just did not cut it.