He listens to her when she tells him that, searching her expression closely. It's scrutinizing, even, probably a little too intense -

- and then he strolls back over, wine glass deposited back on the table, and comes to a stop right in front of Ruka, offering a hand.

"Listen, I know it ain't easy." A little roll of his shoulders, almost self-deprecating. Like he acknowledges he's hard to deal with, sometimes. "But I know you get it, Ruka, you're about the only brinesucker in this fuckin' hole who does. And I'm not gonna lie to you."

It's not an answer to her question.