[ He's silent for a long moment, contemplating her words. Hell, between how long it's starting to get since he's had his most recent drink and the subject matter they've stumbled on, he might even be starting to sober up a bit. ]

Think I might relate more to animals than people, then.

[ His voice is still low and gentle, like he's still concerned about scaring the cat, like he's increasingly aware of what someone of his size and appearance represent. Some of that's genetic; some of it's on purpose. They just want to be safe. In their minds, every person is capable of killing them. Amos learned that firsthand, too.

Though he's reasonably confident Gray is not one of those people. He raises his head slightly, eyes shifting towards her, cat still in his peripheral vision so he knows it's at least there, even if it's kinda just a dark blob in the background. ]

I dunno about emotions necessarily, but I get what you mean. Bodies are a lot easier to read than words. Someone says they aren't gonna do something but they tense up, then they probably are kinda thing. It's the one universal language we got.

[ If he thinks about it — when he thinks about it, later, when he's back at the Citadel and properly sober — there's some kind of burgeoning kinship here, isn't there. She's kind. She makes a lot of sense. He gets it. ]