The Exo's eyes glow brighter as she looks up at him sideways. Her brow plates shift up for a second, then she laughs over her 'drink'.

"All right, that sounds a lot like sense to me." Quit the guesswork, just ask him. Try to remember it, even if she feels vaguely like she ought to just know what to do. "Besides..." she looks over at the table - Ghost is being compelled to eat another bite of flan - and her voice softens fondly, "he's still my Ghost, whatever shape he's stuck in. I oughta treat him like it."