"Bunch of cowards," was his opinion. Not that he rushed headlong into battle, but he didn't shrink away from danger, either.
He ignored the curious glances, too. It was hardly his first time chatting up a woman who looked to be not at all his speed - though in this case, the interest was purely professional. He could speak to her with relative ease despite the fact that he knew his employee had robbed her not one week ago. Didn't mean he couldn't be polite now.
"Who knows?" he asked with a crooked smile. "Been getting caught up in all kinds of trouble lately. If I'm useful, it seems to make sense to keep lending a hand." And nothing wrong with painting himself in a positive light before the powers that be. Building bridges, for fuck's sake.