For a moment, Briar was distracted as a question popped into her head about where he was from and how old he was. She had chewed on it before, obviously, she did for everyone, but now it was back again. Every once in a while when he was drinking a phrase slipped out or an accent kicked in that gave her pause.
Partially because the older ones usually had interesting things in their homes, but that's neither here nor there.
"Those who say don't fight fire with fire usually don't want anyone to fight back at all." The cliche was said offhandedly, thinking of the hippies of the 60's and 70's, the wars and the songs.
It was nice of him to humor her. Probably thought she was a bit off her rocker. The right side of her face was swelling and probably changing colors, the normal process for a human but at just a little bit of an accelerated rate for her. With her sleeve though she wiped the last bit of the remaining dried blood from her upper lip, no reason to be disgusting. "Ambition. Hmm. What's the difference between a coup and a revolution? Is it just the righteous anger behind the latter?"