She looked at him curiously, cocking her head to one side as she considered what he was saying. Why would he tell her that? Why did he want her to know that he was a good guy? What did it matter? Interesting questions all, but no answers seemed clear. This, however, was a reaction of his that she would store away until she needed it again, or until she could figure out why he felt the need to explain himself.
God, Koala Cookies. She was familiar, having spent some time training in Japan when she was younger older. And really, after that debacle with the monster and the tiny skirts, anything Japanese seemed obscene-- but those cookies really were delicious... "..Okay, yeah, I'll take a cookie if you've got extra."