Terry murmurs a little thank you of his own, still a tinge ruffled by all the questions, maybe. His glance shifts between Nina and Abby, and he imagines if they got to know each other better, they'd get along well. Similar types. 'Course, it's always the quiet ones, and as much as he and Abby have patched things up, he's hoping Nina isn't going to shoot him in the face too -- or worse.

"Like I said," his voice comes a bit dryly, "I haven't touched her thoughts, and I haven't shapeshifted into anything horrible. Thanks for the faith though."