[All she can do at first is stare up at him with wide eyes, hating the words that have just come out of his mouth. She's glad that he looks relaxed enough to be honest with her like this. But the thought of him being in storage and living in the dark forever is something she absolutely doesn't want to dwell on for long.]

What is it like to be in storage? Is it like sleeping? Or are you aware of each and every second you're left alone and in the dark?

[There's an urge to protect him regardless of what the answer is, to keep him from having to worry about things like his freedom or not having the things he cares about. The fact he was down for that long makes her heart ache. All that time, and what -

Was he aware?

Or was it just a long sleep?

Either way, Takeshi Kovacs is a man who deserves so much better than the hand he's been dealt. She's grateful she can offer him something now to hide away in. Something that makes him feel relaxed, that enables him to let the weight on his shoulders fall away for just a little while.

Her hand slips free from his pocket, slipping up so she can curl her fingers around his wrist. Her head tips a bit, pressing her jaw into his touch. Her eyes close as she waits for his answer, bracing herself for the worst possible answer. ]