Well, she thinks, he said it, not her. On the other hand, he hasn't said a word about the fall of the rebel base since she arrived, and she could just about hug him for that if a refreshing lack of tender feelings wasn't the whole point.

"For this," she says, "we can call it even." At least until the next bout of ruction tips the scales one way or the other, but she's guessing they'd both rather not think about that.

She takes a step towards the door, then hesitates. "Is there anything you need?" The dog's needs are covered - or will be - but two-legger needs are a bit more complicated. She's going out anyway, though, so she might as well check.