It's familiar, it's practiced, but there's no hiding what this is. So in that way it's just easier to keep it going. Like this is any other day, and any other week. Like she's just come back from some mission off world to his boxed in apartment, and that in the morning he'll find her digging in his fridge, bare foot and nothing else but his shirt on.

"I guess I'll take what I get then." Pulls a smile, quick and sad, like most of them these days and jerks his head for her to follow him. Navigating around the rubble easily, and it's not far it's just - out of the way of prying eyes so much, further up to a sheltered part of the wall that had been his command point the last few months. Room with a view - once upon a time. Now it's just, Husk bodies and pieces of alliance military gear strewn between falling buildings. Graveyards could look like many things. But still, for the moment, all is quiet on the western front.