Generally, the Soldier would be uncomfortable with sitting down in a situation like this. But Daylight is simply so non-threatening (the ten-foot-tall robot is non-threatening; yes, this is the truth), and it's been such a long day full of panic and guilt and digging through broken things. The Soldier's tired. It sits, easing down gingerly on the edge of the bed and cradling its malfunctioning arm against its stomach, watching Daylight with a slightly dazed expression.

"It's okay." And it is. Mostly. The Soldier might be a bit overwhelmed, but some of that is probably just the whole situation. The whole day. (Night. Whatever.) "You should write that down. How to do the soil test thing. Share it with everyone." Then more people would know, and the Soldier itself wouldn't have to figure out where the right places to nod or add to the conversation, like an actual person.