"It's helped," he admits. Something loosens up in his shoulders, in the flex of his mandibles. Relaxing. "Situations like this, it's always good to have someone you know at your back."

Where the world has been pulled out from under you, and you're left trying to make sense of something that just... doesn't make sense anymore. A place like this would be an absolute fantasy in Citadel Space.

He spreads his hands, a sort of giving up gesture. His talons need trimming. They always seem to, here. "But you see where I'm coming from, yeah? Someone... someone like that doesn't need more pressure."