He finished clasping the bracelet, taking his eyes off of Olivia for just a fraction of a second as he touched it one last time, like it was special and important. To him it was.
He then deliberately took a big step back from the bag, to keep them in proper paranoid personal space. They both seemed twitchy, which was probably just the norm these days as opposed to anything weird. He got more suspicious of those who weren't twitchy.
When he asked the question, he sort of didn't know how to answer, and that had him blinking. He used to be. Now? He didn't know what he was. Someone waiting for his world to crash and burn, he supposed was the most honest answer, but this girl didn't need to hear that. He didn't need to share it.
The last question, however, had him frowning at her. "Because you automatically assume that I'd lie to her? Why would I?" he asked, tone a little sharper now. "I'm a fucking survivor, like everyone else in this damaged fever dream of a world."