That hits him in an unexpected place. That flippant way she throws off comments about things that are bothering her, like it's nothing, like it's a joke. He recognizes it. The self-protection. (He recognizes it from his younger pilots, otherwise unremembered. The way some of them try to laugh off blast scarring on their wings, lost droids, engine failure.)

Filthy or not, he reaches out to take her hand and give it a tiny squeeze. "There are worse ways to handle things."