The words are enough to make him smile, a crooked expression that isn't quite a laugh. Human companionship, that sounds more like the kind of thing something that looks like this guy should be saying, in Lord of the Rings or something. But the truth is, he's not so sure what human means these days, or what it's worth. How do you define what's human? Cassandra has been human, and then she'd been...whatever Murphy made her. Murphy--10K's pretty sure he'd never been human at all, even if he walked and talked like one, or maybe he'd been too human. Sometimes he'd wondered if he still was, or if he was a ghost, and a hand subconsciously lifts to his abdomen and the scar under his shirt left by a bullet.

"Companionship, sure, I guess" he says finally, shrugging. "I miss my friends, back home. The people I was traveling with. But I dunno if human's got much to do with it, these days. I mean, pretty much anything is better than a zombie, but human..." He shrugs again. "I don't know. Guess I'll find out. What's your name?"