Thank fucking God. At least she saw reason, and didn't have some - weird ideological aversion to jetpacks or something. Who knows. He nods, jerkily. "Don't mess around with blowing yourself up deliberately, even if it's safe. World's got enough of that." It's a harsh edge to his voice that comes out of concern. And a little relieved, secretly.

A lull in the conversation is enough to remind him why he's here. He glances down, then looks back up again. He's slightly uncomfortable at the thought of bringing up their last meeting, and everything associated with that, but there's no real way around it. "...Don't think I ever got your name?" he mutters.