The flame disappeared from his hand, as he shifted positions. "I know she is not like them. She has asked nothing of me, save I remain as out of her way as possible. But while I am on this ship, I do have something of a vested interest in improving the condition of the ship. If the ship breaks, I am as susceptible to the cold of space as she and you are. I think. I know I can operate safely where there is no air, but I still feel temperatures. I can only assume that if my body dies from the cold, then even my flame will go out... If not, well... Would you believe me if I say I would rather that not be the case?"
He shook his head a little, and said, "Regardless... I wish to help, in whatever ways I can. I will even do so supervised, If Illyana suspects I might do something to harm her ship. But sitting here doing nothing when I could help is maddening."