They tilt their head, thinking a moment, and then nod. "All right, sure. Just ask me, then. Hell, even if we can't really figure out what to do with it. Just finding some way to protect it better would be enough."

Soldat's nose wrinkles up a little, looking down at it. They're actually kind of fond of the thing, it's very them in a weird way, and they're used to having it around-- like it's proof they really do exist, really are here, really can interact with the world. But it's also a pain, sometimes. "It got smashed, last mission, and so I died. Rather not do that again, it upset a lot of people."