"You too?" It's a joke, or it's said like one, but he meets her eyes for a moment in solidarity. A calm, unspoken promise he wouldn't know how to voice even if he could.

If you need to talk.

Then the seriousness is gone, banished with a cheerful whack at an overhanging branch with his walking stick. "At least I remember my job clearly. Starfighter pilot. Military, I think."