She tilts her head as she looks at him, clearly a bit confused about his answer but trying, with her abrupt good humor, to see it from his perspective. She is amused by the idea, though, or she is simply still giddy with the idea that she is not so utterly alone.

"Strange humor, but good," she commends and some of her delight falls away. Her smile falters just a bit before she continues. If the destruction around her bothers her, she does not show it.

"I am put on terrible edge by such things. I am not nice, or sweet, or particularly kind--" that last bit is a lie, even she knows it, but she must craft her armor from something. "I could not fool them for long..."

And, realizing what she has said and how true it must be, is just a little sobering. It brings them back around, to her desire and willingness to fight back. A brief bolt of panic dashes through her countenance, then, and she looks up at him, suddenly and truly worried.

"I was not joking before. I am...almost certain I am hunted." She says and her tone is quiet again. It is the truth, of her sad story and how she came to survive Arcote and the fires that consumed it. She is hunted and now he knows of her. And he is like her.