Bryce pauses in his drink. "I've got a lot of reasons. You want all of 'em? The main one is that where I'm from, I had to fight to ensure humanity survived when it lost a lot of what it was used to. Most people floundered and died without those things. When we got here, you were just some princess that didn't want to get her hands dirty because dirt was nasty. And now you're a medic, as well as skilled at the use of the machine gun. You earned my respect when you did that. You did what so many other people in my world failed to do. You adapted, even if it was painful and not enjoyable. I highly respect that." Bryce takes his swig, and smiles. "You embody the idea of the breaker, Roz. Strength through adaptation. I love it when I find that same instinct in other people, and I fight to keep it there."