Phil recognizes the lack of sarcasm and is just a little bit surprised, since it was partially a joke--but it was meant to be as informative as it was taken, too. There's a part of him that sees Murderbot as childlike in some ways. Not in irresponsibility, or loudness, or lack of coordination, or snottiness--but just like a kid, it's only been acting in this messy world and living a messy life for... well, he can't assume for very long.

And like a parent or a teacher, he's doing his best to give that space to learn.

And that offer is so sweet of it. He extends his ripped wing. "Slowly, but well. All of Dr. Watson's--Joan's, I mean, all those stitches have come out. The pins are mostly grown in. I'm not sure I'll be able to fly until the next month or two."

He folds it back in. "Reaching around's still hard, so... yeah, you can let me know when you have a moment. Don't worry about it if you don't."