"Loooooooooong story, but the short answer is no. I was technically homeless for like, four months? Maybe?"

He steps back to let her into his cabin, with it's gunmetal mirror finished floor tiles. All of the fixings on his door are rose gold.

"Oh, the arm is fine, but it's-- it's hooked directly to my nervous system, so if any of those connections come loose, it can get a little janky."

Or if his nervous system takes a pencil to the important parts. But Rhys doesn't want to go there right now. He doesn't feel like listening to more friends stutter through the apology for what Jedao did,
immediately followed by the obvious fact that they won't hold it against him.