He watches her with a gentle expression before he takes a sip of his drink. "I found her in the black. Drifting, like space junk. She couldn't tell me what happened, but she was afraid." The corner of his mouth tugs down. "I'm not sure I could really say I understand her, but she likes to be useful, and Christ knows I'm better off with someone looking after me. She's saved my neck once or twice, I can tell you that. I'm not looking forward to trying to get on without her."