He's a little embarrassed by that, mostly because he realizes how utterly pathetic it is to get attached that quick. So might as well say the part he didn't say out loud.

"Yeah, yeah I guess it's uh... kinda funny of me." He grunts, clears his throat. But there's something in that grunt that's some kind of self-disparaging word, something like calling himself a half-blind hunter. Very Centaurian difficult to translate and he's forgotten would try to translate.

"I just ain't had someone try to get to know me. Not since Stakar. Not since my old crew. An' that's been a while. Hell, I don't think anyone offered to learn Centaurian for me, or show me somethin' like the dancin' thing." Which he'd mostly learned 'cause it was a part of Soldat's history, more than it was something he was particularly interested in. An eye for an eye in the best way.

"Few weeks an' you been better to me than people I knew for years."