Expecting the worst had become pretty standard, and so far it had served her alright in keeping the Fomor out. But she still wanted to at least try and have faith. Sometimes she felt it was all she had left. At his comment she gave him half a smile, "think that's what the Greeks said, right before they got a nifty wooden horse." It more or less felt similar. Convenient, and maybe beneficial but that didn't mean she wasn't wary.
but if she followed that line of thinking, she'd get nowhere so she took a breath and stepped into the circle, dropping into a ready stance in case anything came out. When nothing did, and everything stayed the same she frowned. "That's different, right?" She had a feeling it was, but she knew so little about all this. She'd picked up a fair amount of things but she knew that she was missing the nuances.
She also knew his reasoning's for wanting to return home. The Society would be fine, she had enough faith in them to hold off Marcone, so she didn't have the same worries. So she went to set her hand against his arm, offering quiet sympathy.