To say that Brennan was a touch confused would be greatly understating the matter. To say that he was bamboozled would be much more accurate.
After blinking and a moment of staring while his mind made the transition from fighting to not fighting, Brennan managed an eloquent, "What was that?" to her statement, not quite sure he had heard her right. But as he spoke, he knew he had heard her correctly. It was just a matter of disbelieving it.
On a normal day he would have laughed and perhaps said, 'Isn't that my line?' but these were unusual circumstances to say the least. He was not a serious person at heart, believing that life was made better by gently making fun of it. Nothing was too sanctified to push off its pedestal from time to time. While it was not a trait that endeared him to most, he continued on regardless. Now though, he dragged his hand through his hair, wincing slightly as the curls caught and tangled.
Trying to regain his composure, he offered her a sheepish smile to apologize for his earlier outburst. "Ah, let me start over." Passing his staff from his right hand to his left, found he did not know where to begin. That was a problem.
Meanwhile, their short companion left, and Brennan began to realize that they were no longer protected by the cover of the battle. The old itch to keep moving started up again. It had been conditioned in to him to keep moving for the past three years. Staying in one place was just inviting trouble, usually of the sharp and pointy kind. It was- it was many things, regretful, annoying, saddening, but most of all it was how he lived. And he rather liked living. Brennan's gaze left the woman in front of him as he looked for an opening to leave.