[As his fingertips find hers, she responds by taking his hand, twining her fingers between his own to hold. Upon mentioning her father, the loss of not only his memories, but of him, of her planet, seems to clench in her chest, and she distracts herself by squeezing Shiro's hand, running her thumb back and forth in a soothing, rhythmic motion. She leans into the solid build of his body, resting her head on his shoulder.]

Anything, really. [She looks down at their joined hands, feeling the small pulse of quintessence beneath his skin, tuning herself in to the sound of his breathing while still trying to divide her attention to at least remain a bit on guard on the off-chance of anyone walking in on them.] Mainly things from before the war, or...anything else he may have left behind for me to find.