The Helmsman isn't sure what to think of her, honestly. She doesn't order him around, and asks him questions about his own preferences, and although the eating thing is extremely annoying, he accepts that it's for his own good and she's doing it because she cares. Which is weird. Who cares about the care and well-being of their helmsman? He's consistently befuddled by everyone here who seems to give a damn about his comfort and what he likes.

"System ith operating at forty-three percent." The numbers are climbing because he's eating, but there's still a long way to go before he's back to one hundred percent again. He floats after her; wherever she settles, he'll find a nearby corner to suspend himself in.