"Protection, Seven." Came her blunt reply as she let her hair go, closing the lavatory and sinking back against it. "Nobody needs to know. Especially not coming home as we do so often." Her homeworld, Oblivion.  "If Risil suspected anything, he could take one of our crewmembers and...I don't want to think about what that man is capable of. If nobody knows, nobody has a secret to hide. It's just you and I...and I trust you. Nnnn...not that I don't trust Ettie or anyone else, I just..." The will to finish her sentence faded. It wasn't them she distrusted. It was her own home, really. A place where those who weren't human were killed, tortured, or, at best, deported.<br/><br/>"I miss how it used to be. Back when I was a war hero, when I was a bounty hunter, when I had...Soren, Walker..." Her hand ran through her hair, resting on the back of her scalp as she rested it against the lid of the toilet. "Seven...I have been unwell for a long time. Have you...ever become attached to anyone? Emotionally, physically...mentally?" Her eyes rested on his hand, the one that locked into her shoulder almost painfully before they came up to see his face. Or rather, what she would consider his face; it was where his eyes were, anyway.