Truth be told, though he'd be grateful for a job, Luke loathes the idea of being a mechanic for an indeterminate period of time. He knows that he probably wouldn't be allowed to hop right into piloting, but he spent his entire adolescence doing nothing but fixing things, and then being hounded by his uncle to fix more things.

Luke is very good at it but he'd rather stick his finger in an electrical socket than to make it his job once again.

"... Maybe," he tries to say with as little dread as he can manage.

Perhaps he should just put that out of his mind for now. It's been a very short period of time since he was unplugged and he's still recovering. Luke's not even sure it's a good idea to go straight to work at the moment. He sometimes gets tired just going for long walks. There'll be plenty of time to agonize over his limited and depressing options later.

Then Wedge's offer to share his space gets a far more enthusiastic response from Luke. His face actually lights up and he gives his first real smile since... well, probably ever if nothing in the Matrix actually happened.

"There's no way I could turn that down. Besides," he smirks knowingly, "I think you're sort of stuck with me now." He tries to self-deprecatingly make that sound like a bad thing but it doesn't exactly seem like Wedge is trying to get rid of him.