Both robots are listening intently at this point. Ghost visibly winces at Palmer's description of his death, the points of his little shell folding over his eye for a second.

"Devoured by a fake cow, huh? Isn't that just insult to injury?" She'll win no prizes for tact, but Blaze reaches up to clasp his shoulder. Her expression is even harder to read behind the broken helm but her voice is kinder, if not exactly soft. "I hope you don't remember too much. Death's a hard thing to live through sometimes."