Exos don't seem to have the flexibility around their mouth for smiles: perhaps that's why Blaze has smiled so little since their switch. But there's a certain shift of the brow plates, a brightening of the optics that conveys the message. Blaze blinks at him over another stifled yawn, clocking for a moment how she must look.

"Sure, we've got- wait, don't tell me you're planning to sit on your ass around here for however many hours?"