She's about to argue that it isn't that simple, but as Levi seems to let it go, she'll do the same. It's not that she can't see his point, only that she doesn't have time to make it a priority, or really know how to begin. Tayrey had learnt a lot about managing without technology since her arrival here, and she'd tried to stay cheerful despite what felt like hardship. Some things were absolute necessity, like figuring out how to launder her uniforms and keep a fire going. Cleaning? Most of that was automated, shipside, and anything that wasn't had never been her responsibility.

At his question, she pulls up her trouser leg and unwraps the dressing to show him the healing wound. He's here to help with that, after all, no sense in being shy about it. It's sealed well, and there's no sign of infection, but the cut was long, and looks likely to scar badly.

'It's a hell of a lot better than it would be if you hadn't been there,' she tells him. 'Looks worse than it is, I think, although I don't really know how to compare. Medical treatment is different back home.' It still hurts her to walk, but she's not going to complain about that. It's manageable, and she doesn't want Levi to think less of her.

'But I... I don't want you doing any cleaning in here. You're a captain, it isn't right, and you know I'd need fair contract.' And after her remark about staff she isn't about to insult the man by suggesting she simply pay him for it.