[ I'll remember that you care. It's like she specifically chooses the most irritating way to respond. No thanks for your concern, no yeah, sure, I'll be careful, nothing. Just something that places the burden of caring on him. ]

I just— [ A scoff. ] I don't wanna be troubled because you don't know how your cybernetics work.

[ Rhys shrugs noncommittally, like he doesn't really care, and it isn't a big deal. It is a big deal, and for more reasons than Lexa's own personal safety; a flash of Jack runs through his head, but he shakes his head and it disappears quickly. It's not going to happen again.

It would be nice to have Lexa's assurance that it isn't, though. ]

Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it. [ A pause. ] Within reason.

[ It would've sounded better if he left it, but he can't have Lexa thinking he'll jump off a cliff at her command. (Since it seems she's already appointed herself leader of this ragtag band of misfits — he doesn't like it, but it's clear there's no changing that. If he has to, he'll just go rogue and do his own thing.) ]

Just let me know. Uh, preferably in person, not through the telepathy thing.