They were in a stalemate. She wasn't going to give more until she knew more, and neither was he. He had no idea if he could trust her, and with how much of it. She knew more about him than anybody had a right to. And she wanted to know what he'd done before she revealed more, clearly.
As he sat staring at her, Johnny thought that he saw somebody else in her, somebody more familiar, but couldn't place it right now. It was enough to nag at him, some. But he couldn't put the other things out of his thoughts enough to really look.
"I know." He said. He was very aware of that, and moreso now. He was thinking over the other things. Other parts in his life. His speed and skill with his guns were his own. He'd had that before death. His drive, however, had seemed to double. His need to take evil out of the world. His boldness had, as well. He'd thought it was just because he'd already been dead and knew that there was nothing worse than that and that pain was nothing compared to it. But was there something more behind it?
Uncertainty was everywhere in him.
"Well. What do we do. You won't talk until I tell you what you want to know, and I won't talk until you tell me why you know what you know."