[That gets a distinct pause out of him, though whether it's due to a shared experience or that entire thing just striking him wrong somehow is difficult to say; he'll shake it off after a short while, he always does, but just briefly it's possibly a good thing that his facial expression is going to go unseen.]

...I understand. We were given...multiple chances, let's say; I'll admit that I needed them.

[It hasn't even fully registered for him that he died, but there's no true shame in the admission, either; an appropriate enough amount of regret, he's not a fucking sociopath, but he's clearly not flagellating himself over it, either.]

Until then, I can be considered generally present if you need anything done; my name is Alexei Dinoia, and I won't claim myself to be an expert in...all things required of us here, but I'm passable enough.