It was a bloody good job he didn't say what he was thinking. Grey was doing her very best to remain calm in the face of a pretty challenging situation, but that would have been the final straw. No one mattered more to her more than Cal. No one.
"I don't suppose any of us can," she agreed. That was the thing, there was nothing she could do, and it could have been worse. At least there were people and food and shelter. And she was safe, which was more than could be said for back home. She just needed to remember that when she invariably met someone who really rubbed her up the wrong way.
"I accepted we were dealing in gender stereotypes the moment I got my things," she said. "It's okay, I'm not holding you responsible. Actually the very fact you're aware of this bullshit is something. I didn't think office work was particularly masculine though, even now. I was thinking something a bit more manual labour - banging in nails, something like that? Do you think it's enough though? I mean...I dunno seems a bit dull." Still a lot of it would be done to how convincing she was as half male, half female and she was actually feeling pretty confident on that count.
"No, I don't believe that. I should be back home. I was kind of in the middle of something." She shook her head, closed her eyes. Evelyn would take care of things, she wouldn't let them take Cal. He'd be safe. His last comment was slightly patronising, though admittedly she was still feeling touchy, but he was trying, and she needed that. "Course," she replied. "What else are we gonna do?"