[He's wrong, actually, though she's certainly gathered threads to dig into later if she chooses. But the truth, though normally what she focuses on above all else, can wait. Her concerns are a little more pressing than that.]

I'm not telling you because I want pity.

[She practically snarls out the word, annoyed that he'd even think that was what this was about. She's never wanted pity a day in her life, and if she did, she'd use her eyes, not the zombie disease everyone on the planet has.]

You panicked when I pulled out my gun. I can't trust you to shoot me if it becomes necessary. I don't think it will become an issue, but I'm willing to take the extra step to make sure.