[When he's approached by a pretty woman, he doesn't think much of it. Just that she's pretty, until she speaks and he recognizes the voice, mentions having owed him. His cataract eyes narrow behind aviator frames, and the scope of what she can do roughly strikes him.]

[Useful. And as a natural ability, not something imposed with artificial genetics or viruses or parasites or machines. At least he assumes.]

No. [He looks her over, not even sure they're necessarily female anymore. Maybe it's a tactical advantage.] If there's anything I've learned about affluence, it's that people get the idea they can buy anything. Or anyone. [He says simply.] I'm not here by choice, but we're part of the same crew. You help your own. [As best you can, anyway.] You're not hurt?

[He can get her back and come back to look for more people.]