He wasn't jumping to assume things or going straight to being angry over said conclusions. This was progress, she hoped. Still, the clench of his jaw was a telltale sign that this probably wasn't going to go well. Dinah winced and took a deep breath. She still didn't touch the beer that she'd brought out. There would be time for that, but for now she just needed to get through the explanations.
She could understand that dating a superhero wasn't an easy thing. She worried too. Hunting wasn't any safer than getting out on the streets and fighting crime. And they were both at a disadvantage because the others' hobby of choice wasn't the devil that they knew. And even if it was, it was always harder to see the person you loved taking risks than it was to take those risks yourself. So she got it, she did. But she also thought that they both understood that what they did was a part of who they were. In fact, she knew that he respected that. He simply wanted to see her taking less risks. Which she supposed was fair.
"I got into some trouble while looking into a drug cartel of sorts." She stopped and chewed her lip. She knew that he would want to know, even if her first instinct was to downplay it.
"There were a lot of guys with guns and I was backed into a corner where I couldn't take out all of them with one scream. I had to call for help. Bruce showed up as the Hulk and took care of them for me, but..." she shrugged. "It was a close call and I'm sorry. I should have upgraded my costume earlier and I misjudged the situation. I should have brought back-up."
Her tone was genuinely apologetic. She knew that she'd screwed up and she wasn't going to try to explain it or justify herself.