ziggy will definitely pet the mice if they allow it. He does like animals.

He listens to her ans shakes off the idea about piloting. "I'm not sure what good a pacifist is for piloting a war machine." He comments while pausing to take a breath. He's still very woozy. "That's not why I'm tired. I was repairing his ..." he forgot thier word for it ".. his spirit."

He'd sleep probably tonight, maybe the first time Hiroki would see him actually sleep more than a few minutes. He did manage a smile. "My father's an engineer and pilot, and my mother is a medical researcher. After two species' space technology, a third should be easier to learn."

Ziggy's a little cocky but not pushy, more playful about it.