"There's a limited number of people in the Convoy." SecUnit says it indifferently - because, yeah, there are a whole lot of key features to the way Edward was acting even before it got into emotional blasting range to make that determination, but more relevantly, SecUnit remembers all the faces in the Convoy even if it hasn't spoken to them, and it's been keeping track. This isn't one it already has tagged.

The whatever-the-fuck-that-was feedback has lessened. SecUnit doesn't have a first aid module, but if this is anything like the shock it's witnessed humans go into, then continued discussion is recommended.

Ugh. Talking.

There's a box of something nearby, and SecUnit drops down to sit on it. "It's been one hundred and thirty five local days. This place is full of hostile fauna, so stay close to the Convoy. It has a shield." It hesitates. "What's your name?"