If Jill stopped to think about things, the way she usually did not, she might have come to the conclusion that having this conversation with Conlan when he was trying to wash, was both inconsiderate and impropriety. But since she was not in the habit of thinking before acting, she just kept talking. She was standing at the shore with her hands still in her pockets, only removing them when some especially heartfelt emotion made her want to gesture. "You're more than your witty comments, we would miss your company!" Thinking about it for a moment, Jill couldn't really put her finger on what she would miss. She would miss hiss witty comments, and his company and the way he was constantly looking out for others and his gruff manners around her."
Biting her lip, she gazed at him, almost annoyed at herself for caring so easily about people - she had met Conlan a few short days ago, and yet the mere thought of his demise made her this angry and upset. But it was too late now, she did care, and trying to convince herself of the opposite was no use. Not that he seemed to care though, he appeared set in his conviction that he was not important to the group at all.
His second reason, the serious one, took her breath away though. One second, anything they could have, friendship or other, hung in the balance as the word 'hero' rested on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to say it, to tell him that he was bloody amazing for reasoning like that, and that he was mad and courageous at the same time. Biting her lip, she looked down at her boots in some confusion, trying to find something to say that wouldn't make him angry, but still held the same meaning. "You... You fight good," she said, before a disbelieving look crossed her face. Was that the best her brain could supply? "I mean, it was a...um...very brave thing to do. I still think you are completely mad, but I'm grateful that...you did it...that we're all alive."