"If you know where to look, there's more than you'd think."

Just a calm, quiet reply, while he looks Koby over. Listens to the response, and the unsaid things. Something's there. Part of him wants to dig, poke around, find out where the issues is. Where the truth is. Koby isn't a suspect, Koby isn't an enemy - there's no interrogation here, so he keeps his mouth shut. Though the thoughtful hum in his chest can't be muted.

"The pink ship," he guesses. "You were the prisoner there." His head tilts, and there's the quiet tap of mandible against his jaw. "That's why this guy's so important to you - he got you out of that."