Awkward pause.

"Not really," Krok lies, because it isn't his crew's job to worry about him. And Chromedome wasn't so much a bother as – needles, he recalls the needles, and his eye twitches – a vulture. Krok probably would have been fine if he'd not been so sick that day.

Probably.

"Most of those I've met are aware of the war ending," Krok says helpfully, "so they haven't really bothered with me."