He smiled tightly, just as uncertain now as he had been when she had learned the first truth. He didn't like the feeling, it was too unfamiliar. Too close to a weakness, and he couldn't afford it. But she was here, so he decided to take it as a good sign. "Good, I'm good. You?" The cool demeanor hid the uncertainty beneath, a defense mechanism that he hadn't found a problem until now. Now he needed some modicum of humanity, and all he could offer was apparent indifference. Ironic, he supposed. "You want to come in?" The surveillance feed was still on, and there was a handgun on the table from when he'd cleaned it earlier, but it didn't matter. She either accepted it or she didn't, he didn't see any reason to hide who he was anymore.