He's always there by life support, I've noticed. It's rare I find him anywhere else, if I don't drag him off the ship for a mission. Somedays, I wonder if its because he's dying, and he likes to subtly remind everyone of his status. Just in case he falls over one day and never gets up.
Shaking that morbid thought out of my head, I step inside, smiling as he turns to face me. "Hey, Thane!" I called, unable to keep the smile off my face. I'm still not really sure what I feel for this dying drell assassin, but it… it is something more than mere friendship.
"Ah, Siha," he greets me. I still haven't asked him what that word means, and it drives me up the wall that my translator won't give me something for it. "Do you need something?"
"Up for some talking?"
"Always." And my smile widens and, despite the mess the world has become since the Collectors first appeared, everything seemed right on the ship.
