[ She takes a second there, because she does feel it, that trepidation in him and yes -- she was used to the death, sure, but more than that -- she had to talk people through at times a difficult process of adjustment. There was nothing ease about coming face to face with these sorts of realities. That this was their life now.

She needs to talk to him about it, she realizes, sooner, rather than later. But for the moment he'd rather be more focused on what he'd found, and she guessed that worked as a coping mechanism too. It's what the vault hunters did after all, they just set their minds to tearing it all apart.

Not much for it now though, settling beside him. ( Meticulous, she double checked what counted as friendly comfortable space, that left her beside him, but not invading his space too much, careful not to touch more than necessary, the bump of knees and shoulders when shifting to get comfortable, taking a couple of seconds to collect her thoughts. ) The datapad though, that of course, is it's own set of problems, but for him. Other people weren't... as close as he was. This connection, she wasn't sure how much she could keep him out of it.

Tentative, quiet, she tries to ease into it. After Ares, after -- well how sirens as a whole were treated, she didn't just want to surprise him with it. ] Right so it sounds like you're looking to find a cross reference against different languages until you find the right one?

[ Tiptoe, tiptoe. Looks up at him almost guiltily. ] I can set up a algorithm to do so but... it'll take awhile, even all night. I do however have a faster way?