[Shaw's expression shifts, turning more solemn. She knows that by the standards that are prized on the Barge, she isn't a good warden; as good as she is at her job at home, she doesn't have any of the skills that the majority of people here value the most. She's made peace with that. She plays to her strengths and does her best to compensate for her weaknesses. But all the same, this is the first job she's ever held (... okay, the second, if she's forced to count the perfume counter gig) that she knows herself to be objectively bad at.]

I do take it seriously. I am dependable-- usually.

[She hasn't forgotten the flood that sent her to Zero for a week, panicking and trying to cut a probably-nonexistent chip out of her neck.

She pauses, then scoots a little closer.]

I'm lucky to have you, too. And I, uh-- you know how much I like having you around, right? Even when we're not together, I know you're here.

[Here and not missing; here and not dead.]