[There's a snort. And here she is saying he's got a way of avoiding answering questions. But he'll take that for what he assumes it is. She wants to let someone in. Everyone does. For all his own trust issues, the idea of being able to trust someone as much as he wants to be trusted? That's important. It's kind of a necessity in keeping sane.]

Yeah, fine. But can you sit down? [The hovering above while he sits and talks feels too much like an interrogation. Makes him feel like he's giving up.]

I met Juliett when I first arrived. She bought me a suit. We started sleeping together. She's a good contact. It's because of her that I'm able to get a new house built. [And that's all true, parts he can tell her.]

But I'm not sleeping with her anymore. Because...because there's this thing. With Whiskey. We've kind of been seeing eachother? [And he shakes his head at how uncertain that sounds.] We're dating. And while we figure out what that means I kind of cut off all my other fu-...sex partners.

We've kind of been doing that since...the clones? Yeah, so not all that long. A few weeks. And then during the riots after he got shot and those sniper videos came out, I took some stims so I could stay awake and help hunt them down. And then I took some more when my apartment was destroyed. I couldn't-couldn't sleep in the barracks with a bunch of people I didn't know. [But he's got a feeling Ringer understands that.] So Juliett offered me a condo to stay in so I could sleep. And last night I crashed. Chem-flush. One really strange not-lecture from Whiskey later, and here I am.

[There. That's everything that's going through his head right now. And he gives her a curious look. What is she going to do with that?]