He laughs humorlessly, a series of static pops. <Refreshingly direct, thank you. It's unlikely we'll ever be in a reversed position, but anything is possible. I would appreciate if you reciprocated, given the chance.>

There she is, giving him the benefit of the doubt again. Alloran almost tells Saturday that she's seen that human's face, that he was weeping through it earlier, but he's confessed so much to her already and this is one thing he feels some justification for. Nearly all of the people whose DNA he's acquired live on only in and through him. He just gestures to indicate he's heard her.

On the less stable ground Saturday's hand is tight on his mane, just a shade painful. He doesn't say anything about it. With only two legs, of course it's difficult to move when one is damaged. <I have to say, that that does not sound restful.>