[Gilgamesh doesn't mind that, necessarily... more information meant more insight on just who and what she was, absent the awkwardness of asking himself. Or, rather, absent the loss of dignity and certain hit to the ego he'd incur from doing so. By offering it freely, he's able to digest it on his own terms, nodding along.]

Still, you seem a bit helpless. You're quite a scrawny creature, so without my aid, you surely would've perished.

[It isn't disparaging. Not necessarily. It's more that he's observing she must've come from a dangerous world to face such foes—and must've been rather convincing if she managed to make him follow her all along the way. For what reason, he wonders? He suspects a Command Seal or two must've been involved, but beyond that...

Well, even if she was helpless, she's indeed a survivalist. And that's something to admire, even in a mongrel.]

Do not worry over it. You are simply experiencing the pains of life. It is certainly preferable to the alternative.

[To endless death, or the eternal embrace of the Throne, or a lonely sea of infinite ones and zeroes.]