Miles to Midnight

[Reeves]

There was potential for this admission of a lack of trust to be seen as insulting, but in his case it prompted him to smile and loosen up a little. "It's good you don't trust me, it means you're smart and aware of the stakes." Quietly, he was grateful for the fact that her choice of lung cancer didn't involve the choking stench of straight smoke and carried something in the way of a scent. He was still taking in second hand smoke, which was arguably worse, but life expectancies of people serving the LFR were paltry regardless.

"Quite the risk meeting me in person, especially with how ironic the venue is. But it's a risk you took anyway, and that tells me things are worse than bad. Let's also not forget that you called me, I'm here to hear you out and respond honestly. I'm not going to sell you on a cause, I'm not a politician. I said I wanted to help you and I meant it, how that happens will be only as complicated as you choose to make it." It was a semi-stern reminder of the perspective this conversation was meant to operate with, he might have been pretending convincingly, but he didn't seem intimidated by her at all. He seemed to feel entirely in control of his space, confident but not cocky, and utterly assured of himself. But while that was merely grains in the current of words currently running on tap, there was a semblance of something that sounded like sincerity born from personal interest.