She was impossible to read and that was mildly frustrating but equal parts amusing, he knew nobody else like this and it almost seemed entirely impossible to be so behaviorally vague. "Seeing what they did to him brought back memories. Kind that can make you angry, so I reacted the only way I felt how. I'll spare you the details, some of it you're already aware of." While her intentions to know more about him might have been genuine rather than strategic, he wasn't feeling so secure with the idea of being an open book with one of them yet.
"I gave him some credits for a room and food, it'll keep him off the street for tonight and gives him an alibi to avoid suspicion when the LPI tries to investigate its two dead cronies. There'll be a small amount left over in case his dog needs anything after getting kicked around like that. But you're right in assuming it's symbolic of the movement, because I did give him a choice to leave this behind." His reasons for being generous with money were now actually revealed to be quite strategic, and if viewed with enough cynicism perhaps self serving. So long as the man who was down on his luck evaded suspicion, so would they. From the way his expression seemed to shift ever so slightly, it was clear he silently disagreed with her philosophy on how only the wealthy could generate wealth, but he was also evidently not interested in debating the finer points of economic philosophy.
Instead, he moved the conversation along. "You can call what happened whatever you want. You can romanticize it or criticize it. But for me, it just felt good to be the wrong man in the right place." The latter half of this sentence almost seemed profound if given some consideration, but since he didn't really explain his thought process behind it the true intent for the phrasing was left open to interpretation.
Having said everything he wanted to say in response, he broke eye contact to enjoy the view some more.
