He stands quietly next to her, hands on his hips. It does bother him -- the lack of memory. It bothers him a lot. But having someone around, someone who could laugh, and talk to him, means more than he really knew how to say. He'd fully expected to be on the planet with a half-crazy, wounded bot, forever.

"Yeah," he says, after a moment. "If you wanna put it all mild like."

Because he had nothing. Absolutely nothing.