She observed Damian's behavior. He seemed a little reluctant, but he'd accepted the token. That was enough for her. They'd fought together and he didn't seem like he'd try to attack her anytime soon. All in all, she felt rather content to sit on the ledge next to him, just sharing this time.
When his confession came, her expression didn't change. The silence came again. She wasn't one to comfort, but he didn't appear to be the kind that wanted it. She understood the difference between want and need, but didn't want to break the equilibrium they had reached. "My mother sent people after me once." It wasn't something she talked about often. "They're all dead now," she stated as if reciting a fact out of a history lesson.