"And I'm sure your friend thinks I'm to blame for it too." Just because she hadn't heard such a thing said didn't mean she couldn't draw her own logical conclusion. The tone of that note had told her plenty. She waved off his talk of owing her. "You shared blood, I think we're even, Gambit." It wasn't like she'd saved him from a zombie or something, just a bit of sickness. Perhaps if she had a better understanding of just how sick he had been she might consider the two situations even.
She sighed lightly, more at the heat than anything, and finally addressed his question. "I'm fine. Confused as to why you would burn down one of the few shelters in this foul place, but fine."