[ No need, she says. Something she'll just take care of during maintenance.

Well--she can try punching holes in his paper-thin excuse for a break from his--not even really a job so much as an elaborate way to do some people-watching, some light pranking, and maybe make a unit or two on the side. But he's going to take this break because... hell, now that the transaction's over (she hasn't paid and he hasn't asked) she's got every excuse to leave.

And he kinda likes keepin' this ball of conversation rolling. Maybe it's because she ain't exactly human, either. They're both different. So he doesn't even acknowledge her reassurance, just keeps on this other train of conversation: ]

Yeah? What were you expectin'? --And before you say 'not this', I ain't interrogating you. Before this, I was living under a rock. Now I'm livin' under the stars.

[ Grinning, his eye lights swing towards the sky, shoulders shaking with mirth. ]

I'm Sirius.