[ Amos doesn't really have a care in the world at the moment, either. (Well, he kinda does, but he's sobering up a bit more and... he can handle that at the moment. Just in this moment, though.) Gray's internal journey is imperceptible to him, particularly because aside from conversing with her, all of his attention lies on the cat. ]

Ship mechanic. [ Another pull of the toy, watching Peaches scramble to get up and after it. ] We were out in deep space when she fucked up. My ship got to take her back as prisoner, but that meant we had an extra pair of hands, and she wasn't gonna do anything anymore, so no reason not to put her to work. Especially since she kinda already knew what she was doing.

[ He pauses. If he knew better he'd say he was forlorn. He doesn't know any better, and he just keeps playing with Peaches instead. ]

We worked well together.