Kris' face twisted into an indignant expression. Gratitude was a hell of a bitch, wasn't she? "Hey, this technological expert is going to supply you with heat for the winter. And showers. You can't genuinely tell me that you don't miss showers," he added. Because he did. Every time he looked at how grimy his skin got and how filthy his clothing was, he missed them. "And as for why now? Well, building a solar nexus that will power so many places across an entire city? You can't tell me that you expect something like that to happen overnight. Took me ages to get the planning right," he added the last part with not-so-well-hidden annoyance.
Snorting a laugh at her second comment, Kris rolled his eyes. "Because I know your type," he mused. He'd been like that at one point in time. "Whether I indulge you or not, you'll pester until you get bored, and who knows how long that'll take. So I may as well just let you ask your asinine questions and respond as they come," he said, using the break in his speech to reach over and take another sip of his terrible-tasting fuel. He was going to sleep for a month after all of this was over. Maybe two.