Huh.
Wasn't really what he'd meant. It would suck to score a Hallow and then have the Arrows strong-arm them out of it. Maybe Handy Mandy didn't think that way.
Paranoia Will Destroy Ya.
An accusing finger was pointed at her. "Oh, I caught that. Flexible. Funny lady! OK. I'll admit it. That actually was funny."
It was kind of nice having someone to kid around with.
"Yeah, it's true. 'A secret's only safe', 'Too many cooks', and all that. Honestly? I've never run point on anything. Where I'm from was pretty rigid and, what's the word? Compartmentalized. So this is, uh, kinda all new to me."
Something bugged him about what he'd just said, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Anyway. I was just wondering."
He leaned back to consider her next questioned, and windmilled his arms to catch his balance. Damn seat had no back.
"Uh. So. Yeah? Maybe? I've got a couple of 'oh shit' cards to play, but I probably can't beat anyone heads up."
A shrug punctuated the assessment. Sure, some might have lied rather than make that admission, but, straight up and all that. Besides, she deserved to know.
"But, I may see about picking up some self-defense tips from them," he held up a hand to forestall any cracks. "Like, for real. Or, heck, you. It's not like I'm a pacifist or anything."