"Hey, don't ask me. I never said I was unreliable. It's just what I heard from other folks. I think they're nuts." A snort, then, at all the laughing, before he shakes his head slightly. "somethin like that. I mean, turns out they don't want anyone who gets in the way or causes trouble lit on fire. Don't know what the hells wrong with some people, but I guess that's the way they like it."
A snort, then, as he peers at her for a moment, before flashing another one of his grins. "Well, I figure it aughta be like any other muscle. You know, your arm muscle. Your chest muscle. YOur fire muscle. It definatly makes sense. Trust me. I'm a doctor. Or some shit like that. So, anyways, what do you do when you're not walking around underground rooms looking for studly fire-throwing people?"