So it was clear to him that if she stayed around and talked with him, he would retrieve some of his memories. Odd that in reading what the Smithsonian had to offer here were just details, cold and factual but didn't particularly draw him back to that time years ago. Perhaps it would be better for him to keep her around even if she might have ideas otherwise. His freedom came with a cost, but he was thinking he could pass payment off on someone else.

"The cold was always a comfort," he said slowly. He had been trained in the most basic of senses to accept the cold as a good thing, that it made him docile, pliable but also safe. There was no pain or questions in the cold. "You always mouthed off when you were particularly grumpy about something. It should have gotten you killed a few times, but it didn't."

His eyes slowly moved from the screens back to her, regarding her for the idea that he had brought her comfort. It was not a sensation that he brought to anyone, reaffirming the idea that not killing her and keeping her close was an idea he should invest time and energy into. "I even let you complete mission objective after we were done. That brought praises, I think."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "What do you want to know?"