His lips quirk up at the corners at your evident frustration. He can't help the way he is, always wanting to be sure others come through rough patches intact. He'd checked with John when he was in worse shape than tonight, and when he gets the chance, he'll do the same for Bren.
In the meantime, he nods his head in acknowledgment of your response as he takes another sip of whiskey, the alcohol warming his blood as it works its way into his system. "You're welcome." Though her job wasn't the only thing he'd saved her from that night, and with any kind of luck she'll never realize that. "But you did a lot of that yourself, just by following my lead. You did good."
He sets his glass on the table, twirling it back and forth on the small ring of moisture that he'll have to remember to wipe off when they're done. "Both you and Bren did good. It was a tricky situation, and you kept your head." He winks at you, lightening the mood a bit. "Made it a lot easier for me to keep mine."