"You're right. Nothing saying that some of us can't cozy up to them by working with them instead of selling to them, though. It's a good way of getting to know them, and letting them get to know us," Jaime says, a little too knowledgeably to act as if he hasn't already gotten a job in town. The only thing as crappy as the job is the pay, but he can't say that it hasn't come with its perks. Transport or not, the natives he works with have been increasingly kind to him as time passes. Familiarity brings affection along with it, and he's worked hard to be as inoffensive as possible - not that that's too difficult for him, seeing as he's agreeable by nature.

Jaime can't do anything about the more inhuman qualities of his gaze, eyes obscured as they are by yellow-red lenses and face hidden behind the carapace that will always hold him apart here in Exsilim, but somehow he manages to convey some of the softness in his expression anyway. "You must care a whole lot about them, huh."

He's not specifically speaking about the Initiative staff or any particular Transports as much as he's talking about them as a group. As much as he disagreed with the rebellion, or whatever it is they can actually call their little group, nobody takes arms like that without caring a whole lot - and no one goes out hunting in the middle of nowhere for the sakes of people they're completely ambivalent towards.