Now, Elena is an absolute idiot and no one will ever dispute that. But she's managed to stay alive this long by still having some small sense of preservation occasionally screaming in that skull of hers. And while she doesn't understand the primal fury reflected in Lance's gaze, something deeply instinctual brings her pause. Still, she doesn't exactly look perturbed as she raises her hands in a conceding gesture.

"All right, all right, I'll take that as a while and leave it at that." For now. "But really, do yourself a favor. When you're done with your patrol do something that gives you some sort of self-joy. Even if it's just an extra minute by the fire or ... I don't know, having a little more of your favorite soup? Whatever dull men like you enjoy. But really enjoy it!"