Eva frowned when he denied that her description fit him. In her opinion, it did. He was strong - he could give in to his sickness. It had to hurt, and she was sure there were days when the suffering was more than he wanted to bear. Or the memories of being in rehab. That was not a place where people belonged. It's where they sent animals - people they thought were animals. Surviving that and somehow managing to be the kind of person who continued to fight for people who needed him... That made him strong. And brave...
Well, maybe bravery was common around here. They all did their part, so the idea of bravery, the way it was written about as something epic, maybe made it seem foreign to them. But Eva knew differently. She knew Samir qualified for that one. Just as she supposed she and Charlie did, too.
As for honorable, she meant as he was now. Fighting for people who couldn't fight for themselves, or so that they didn't have to, that was honorable in her opinion. Maybe her opinion didn't matter much, but it didn't change how she felt.
Eva wrung her hands a bit, looking down at them when he protested, so she didn't catch the small smile in his reflection. She wanted to say what she was thinking, contradict his protests, but she chewed on her lip instead, and set her eyes on the monitor. She didn't know why it bothered her so much that Samir disagreed with her description of him. Maybe cuz she had faith in him he didn't have in himself. Anyway, she didn't think any argument would change his mind, so she just watched the monitors, and chewed on a thumbnail.