[ He's... he thinks she's starting to make sense to him. It'd be loads easier on both of them if she'd just talk, mind, but they've been over that particular chestnut already. Chestnut. Apple. Who cares. Same thing, really.

There's a second right after she kicks at his foot where he's not sure of whether to take offense and if so, how much; he's not exactly a seasoned pro at this whole touching thing. What are the rules? And, matter of fact, it occurs to him belatedly that she's the first person to make any kind of contact with this body at all, which is maybe just as well, because if it's all as unpleasant as she's committed to making it then he's clearly not missing much. ]

You want to know what I'm doing here? [ He scoffs, but he's more than happy to talk about himself so it's fine. ] Could ask the very same about you, luv; turns out Zenith here knows a sure thing when it sees one, floating in space, floating alone amid the debris of its only companion, who—let's be fair, let's be entirely fair, was incredibly annoying. They brought me in from outer space, and in return they've found themselves a master hacker, a maverick if you will... What am I doing here, why, just saving the bloody universe, aren't I?

[ The amphitheatre has pretty much emptied out at this point; the resultant quiet is, well, a bit disquieting. ]

Do we have to stay here? Getting a bit creepy, if I'm honest.