Finding comfort in her words and guiding presence, Nikolai Volkov did not pretend to be fine when he wasn't, but neither was he going to exaggerate a wound which wasn't too severe. Honesty was the best way to deal with matters such as that, he had come to accept that much. Lies had a tendency to pick up a life of their own after all, and often struck back at the original source with vengeance when they came undone. He saw little reason for deception, though part of him was longing for more of her touch, he chose to squash any such thoughts of exaggeration either way.<br/><br/>Listening to her working on the key pad for a moment Nikolai spoke in a polite fashion once more, a calm tone to his voice. "I have sometimes wondered, why do some people design keypads so that different keys give out slightly different sounds, while others make sure all the keys have the exact same sound. It simply puzzles me, granted its of little difference with most people, but some who have to rely on more than their sight might find such information useful, and not always in honorable pursuits either." His question was simple curiosity, a thought that occured to him while waiting there.<br/><br/>Taking a seat at her guidance, Nikolai allowed himself a light sigh before reaching down and moving his rough fingers to loosen the binding around the boot so he could pull his foot free a little easier. Wincing as the action caused him to lose the worn old sock in the boot, he ran his fingertips along the bare skin of his ankle, wincing slightly. His skin was not particularily tanned, showing signs of his void-born nature, but his body was in fine, firm shape nonetheless. His calloused fingertips brushed over the ankle, his expression showing some concentration, before his head turned towards her.<br/><br/>"How have you settled in to the duties aboard this vessel? I find myself mostly waiting for the time I am needed, as well as allowing myself to spend some extended periods of time listening in for any whispers in the void, any signs of a message meant for our Captain. Yet that leaves a fair share of time for self-reflection and wandering thoughts, a time I find to be better spent in company of someone to offer new insights." The words he chose dealt with vision, but they were words he had used before losing his own vision, and they were words for which the closest descriptions based on other senses did not do justice. "Of course I do not know how busy your duties may keep you, but I find it unlikely we might not find an hour or two here and there to spend in dialogues. If both are willing."