She wanted to ask him if he needed that much stuff, if he had to shoot people to get it but according to her research the answer was... yes. And it was weird and painful that she couldn't change it, she had to accept it or give him up. "You don't kill people.. but your siblings.. they do?" she should probably read up on his siblings too.
She opened her eyes and stared right into his baby blues, something inside her just melting. She could either view it as the insanity that it really was or she could view it as he was trying to protect her. In his weird demented way. "I hear Paris is nice." she gave him a wary look, "Don't come closer," even though he was literally right in her face, "I can't be kissing the guy who shot me. It would make me a crazy person."