Alyx heard her out. A minute ago he could have mistaken Lyra for being in the room with him. Now it was like Shay was back to herself again. Her thoughts on getting the job doing as fast as they could echoed with his, and was glad that Shay was putting her head to use. Out of the corner or his eye he found it attractive how Shay cradled her bust, which was usually a normal behavior. Like that...Shay didn't seem like some mean person from the underworld. She seemed like a person, one that he wanted to know. But she had not really been personal, and he didn't blame her. Each of them had their own hell, one way or another.<br/><br/>He didn't have an answer to her warning, but though Lyra had her rough spots, Alyx smiled inwardly of Lyra yet to be outsmarted or outgunned at the helm, or if they were outgunned, make a mess of the other side before retreating or turning the favor into theirs. "I guess that's an acceptable trade off after all," he thought to himself.<br/><br/>"I know," he answered audibly. "For the first time since I left Mars, this place does feel like home." A small smile was on his face for a moment before getting back to what he had wanted to tell her.<br/><br/>"Shay...about Sera...what do we do with her till then? She's in her room, but I don't think we can keep her there forever. Lyra won't be happy if we don't make up our minds soon."