She was not surprised by that admission, and laughed nervously. No, it was hard to imagine him, from his legends, being the kind of person people would be grateful for. She was, though, and that gratitude did surprise her. He understood how threatening he was and tried to minimise that, and that was not something a lot of men understood how to do. It was even rarer a talent to find in her fellow figures of myth and legend.
She wasn't at ease, not at all, but she find room to be grateful, somewhere among the anxiety and claustrophobia and chilling awareness of how vulnerable she was. "Is it the Diogenes Club, your new job?" she asked. "I go there, sometimes. We could... have fries." She didn't want to say a drink, or a meal - in case those things implied a date, in case he read too far into it and pushed. Fries seemed arbitrarily a little more neutral.