[ He really hopes she's not about to remind him they're all probably dead, because he knows, he hasn't forgotten. But after a month in captivity and staring death in the face every day of it... That's a little more depressing than he wants to venture again right now.

So he reaches out to pet the weird feline-thing she's holding, scratching it behind the ears. ]

Yeah. Anything that makes it so we don't have to fight each other is immediately an improvement in my book. Although as far as peace goes... I'm not sure how long we'll manage to hang onto that here, either, but we can hope.