The advantages of having studied a variety of martial arts was having learned it didn't matter so much how hard she might have to hit, but mostly the where. It was something she was happy to put into practice, so she reached out to hit him in just the right spot. She might be wounded and loaded up on plenty of drugs, but she wasn't quite out of the count. "Such a pig, Dresden."
But as nice as it was to joke like this, as nice of a distraction it was, the reality of his comments was sinking in. She wasn't sure where she was going to go. They'd given her a place to stay, but it wasn't quite home. Nevermind all the people left behind. Still, it was probably worse for him. But she trusted in his word. If he said they'd find a way home, they would.
At his last comment she gave him a small smile, seeing what he wasn't saying. But she wouldn't push. "Alright. Now what?"