[She ends up with her hand folded in his, carefully of course because he always is. He considers dismissing her offer, not being one to pry into people's business normally, but there is something he's curious about.]
Growing up like you did, living like we do, what makes you look at people and see anything good? [It's hard sometimes to be charitable to people who judge him by his skin, even if he works to protect them when he can.]