His theories echo what Kira had told her. She remembers the way her stomach lurched at the thought of being a pet in a cage - she'd spent too much of her life in one, had thought she would die in the one on Wobani. It incited a visceral reaction in her - and she'd almost vomitted the little food he'd given her all over the floor. She feels the same sort of gurgle in her gut now, though it's not as violent as it had been the first time.

His conclusion brings her focus back to him, her feet padding towards him to allow her hands to take his affectionately. She raises them, brings his palms to her waist and rests her forearms on his shoulders. Wades in the dark pools of his eyes while lighting his face with hers.

"Hard to complain when it's brought me to you," she murmurs quietly. "And to think, there's no rebellion here to build." Rebellions are built on hope, she remembers. "Of all the strange sort of cages I've found myself in, this is by far the best - though having you in any of the others would've made it better."