"Well, then, you should see about getting your optics adjusted." Because he's right. Besides, nobody could be as kind and fierce as she was--stomping halfway through the badlands to rescue Drift from his own angst--and not be beautiful.

"You're going to spoil me. Not that I'm complaining." Just not used to it and not sure how to respond. He feels like he should be doing something, but he's not sure what.

He laughs. "It felt...good. You know, protecting something that matters." A tiny gesture: he means her.