[ Even if the concept of a killer robot as a best friend might be a little too strange for him, Jim's no stranger to that feeling of loss. It's clear on her face, when she looks like that, even if only for a moment, her expression open and vulnerable for the fraction of a second it takes for her to shove it down and act sulky instead.

He's left plenty behind too, coming here. He'd wager that most everyone has. Things that can't be replaced, people he won't be able to see or hear from anytime soon. They're all lost in their own way, and trapped when there's no chance that anyone or anything out there even knows how to get to them-- provided they're even looking to begin with. ]

Maybe for now. It's a new element that's been introduced, maybe eventually we can find a way to make it all work in harmony. [ He rests a hand on her shoulder and offers her an understanding smile. ] I'm sorry, about your robot.