He appreciates the compliment, honestly - he often feels like he doesn’t have as much to bring to the table as the nobles in the war council, but stubbornly staying alive against all odds is one of his skills.

But before he can answer any questions, he’s distracted by the last thing Felix said.

“You haven’t had anything to eat yet?” He frowns. “Do you want me to cook you something? We can talk more later.”

He could trade credits for food, but Ashe doesn’t trust anything the robots give out.