He had to admit, she had gumption. She was the determined sort, he could see that. And a tiny bit of him admired her for it. But he did nothing but lift a shoulder in a shrug. "Like I said, good luck." He smirked a bit and crossed his arms over his chest.
With his key in his hand, and the journal tucked in his belt, he watched her out of the corner of his eye. "Well, if you get a brilliant idea for getting out of here, let me know. I'll do what I can to help. Especially if it means getting back home." He didn't look at her as he spoke. He knew that his words would probably totally contradict what he'd been saying up until this point. He'd been rude and condescending, and now he was offering his help. He'd put her off enough to know that they probably would never be friends, but he didn't mind offering help if it meant getting out of this place and back to Clodagh.