"Good. My life would be thrown off kilter if you weren't a git at least occasionally." She was desperate for the slightest amount of normalcy, and Miles' answer calmed her down.
"I don't have anything on my mind," she lied, "and even if I did, I wouldn't be talking about it with you." This felt better. Normal. She could do this. Banter was easy, unlike emotions (or the rest of her life, really).