[He glanced around at the contact, then briefly looked down at her, assuming she had be been trying to get his attention for something. After a moment, when it dawned on him it was meant to be a gesture of comfort, he straightened up. He was still adjusting to such gestures again, but it was still a gesture appreciated.]

No, my duty lays in Outland. There is something I must face if my world hopes of standing a chance of survival. [He scowls as he continues.] And to be honest with you, I would much rather face my death against an endless army of demons, than to live out the rest of my day in this wretched place, with its obnoxious hunks of metal walking about.