"Aside comment: Master liked my tone. Master thought calling everyone meatbags was funny too." His reply is less directed at her and more like muttering out loud, eyes wandering off, a corner of his mind always alight with his devotion to Revan, even in this moment.

In his backpack, she'd find there's fishing line, a few different things for making homemade explosives but there are things missing from the equation and no actual bombs, a small knife, some binoculars, and an almost empty bottle with fountain water in it.

His attention returns to her and he takes a second to reflect on what she's saying. He offered and he was a being of his word, honesty a stronger trait in him than deception. Galactic laws regarding the programming of droids and whatnot. "Statement: I am aware, and I will accept whatever your terms are when I am in a better state of mind and body. If I do not, you can retract the assistance provided."

Meaning you are welcome to shoot him should he not agree to whatever you want of or from him.