She nodded to his questions, then nodded some more as he continued, listening to him, resting her chin on her hand.
"That's perfectly understandable," she said, setting her coffee down after taking a sip. "Truth be told, I've thought the same thing myself about a few men," she admitted. "I may not have a whole lot of experience with the clown, but I've fought my share of mass-murderin' headcases, and I've seen a lot of things that still haunt me sometimes," she told him.
"How often do ya have the nightmares?" she asked, going with a hunch. He had the look about him that she'd seen on the faces of a lot of soldiers. Hell, she'd had that look to her own face a few times.