[He doesn't say anything as she starts to talk, but he does light a cigarette, the sound of the lighter carrying over the phone. When he finally says something, his voice is lower than the last time they talked, as it had taken another year or two to really settle after he'd left home. Or it's the smoking.]
Gonna worry anyway. Don't know what else you expect when you're getting guns pointed at you in foreign countries and sharing brainspace with some sort of murder machine superkid.