[ With a quiet grin. ] You're only coming to that conclusion now? [ Sipping at his own drink. ] It wasn't even the predisposition for flight that clued me in. It was the reckless way you threw yourself in to dismantling everything in this rover. You're comfortable around the instruments. Whereas I still struggle to use the ... [ A pause as a furrow appears between his brows, his mouth working over the word with a concentration. ] Microwave.

[ He can still burn anything he puts inside it. Which is probably why he goes to the bonfire to heat things up when he's alone. ]