You fixed it? Yourself? [He's impressed, and subconsciously he reaches back to touch the rifle, feeling like that means something important. That Gunmax spent time on something. For him.]

No. You are right. [He cannot keep himself from wincing, hating how impossible it has been here to keep anyone safe.] But it is going to be so much harder without you.

Without someone I can trust at my side.

[That's as bare as he can get, for now.]

I...I don't know, then. It isn't from me. Perhaps someone else wants you to work on your pronunciation? [He secretly believes it is from the communicator, now, after how often its stumbled over Gunmax's words.]