[He shifts, sits up, and puts both arms around Lucy, resting his head on top of hers in a tidy reversal of their former position. This isn't something that he can make her understand, but he appreciates her optimistic take on things--and maybe it's a take that would be true in other worlds and under other circumstances.]

I do my job, and I do it well. This is what everyone on a starship does, and because we all do well, we all prevent disasters. It is all of us saving the ship every day, and only because that is what we are supposed to do.