Simon nodded, and ...figured she either meant two zero two or four, and since four didn't make sense, he went with the one that did. It was, however, an uncomfortable echo of a phrase she'd used before, which made him wonder if she'd been placed there deliberately.
Was the Alliance behind this? Simon wanted to think it didn't seem like it, didn't seem like their way, but what did he know? What did he really know? Besides that, if they could do this, now ...
No, it didn't even bear thinking about. It didn't make sense. This was clearly something outside the realm of his experience. His thoughts almost - almost - distracted him from the answer River gave him.
"Kyle?" he echoed, feeling an uncomfortable pang. She was friends with a boy? It was ... probably nothing. Not with River. Unless he was a devious manipulative boy. Or a man. It could be a man. He studied his sister, a dozen questions springing to mind about the nature of her friendship with the boy. He did still notice the mention of Jaime, and ... relation to the captain, and Kaylee.
Was Jaime a guy? Had Kaylee moved on while she was here? He wouldn't blame her, not if she'd been here for months with no way home and no way to know if ...
... Right, he was getting ahead of himself, and did it matter right now? He was ... incredibly tired and overwhelmed by the information, the situation. "Okay," he finally said as he tried to compartmentalize his thoughts into what was relevant and what could wait. He was fine, River was fine. They were kidnapped with no apparent way out. She'd made friends, which was potentially good, or potentially horrible, and he didn't know enough to judge. His fingers wound in his hair at the sides of his head before he released them and nodded slightly.