"I don't know, Catnip - " He watched her, didn't stop her from securing the cot again because maybe she didn't want to be around him and Gale guessed he would have to accept that. "This is all...really nonsensical." Rooms made of candy, urns appearing out of thin air, no windows that would open? No doors?
None of it added up, so he wasn't sure if his logical brain would be of any use. Maybe he had to learn to think outside the box but for someone who relied so heavily on designing snares and traps based on how an enemy thought, the idea of just being all willy nilly was so, so confusing.
He also didn't know if he was good with people. Depended on the day, probably. "I'm not leaving you," he insisted, also standing up. "I can do all of that but I'm not leaving you." Not again - she was still angry with him, and they had to work through that, but that didn't mean he'd just fuck off again and hunker down in a different District while he waited for the smoke to clear, and knowing it never would.