Doesn't know what he's talking about. Well, fine, he can give her that much. He doesn't know. He doesn't know the finer points of her world, what she's capable of, what transpired between her and Chloe back home.

Her sleeves are stained with blood and her tears and she looks goddamn miserable, but hey -

Hey.

At least they had a good smoke.

"I know I'm not really your favorite guy in the world," he says, dryly, because ironic remarks lighten the mood for sure, right? Not like he's familiar with any other tactic. "But I don't...I don't hold that against you."

Why would he hold common fucking sense against anyone?