He laughed at the situation. This might have even seemed rude, but with a little observation and insight into his tone, it was clear that this was the laughter of someone thoroughly bewildered by their circumstances. When life was on the verge of breaking a person, you could either weep at the tragedy, or laugh at the irony. That said, even if he was doing the latter, it was laced with substantial bitterness. "Can't have this be simple, can we?" Damien mumbled out, catching his breath and putting an end to the laughter now.
Giving himself a few seconds to process, he would eventually just shake his head as if to silently suggest they move on to other topics of conversation. "If I'm being honest, I didn't figure your kind for the sort to see Sirians as friends, let alone a fairly recent adversary turned business partner." He wondered, if perhaps she was truly this deprived of friendly connection to just so plainly seek it out in him. And maybe, just maybe, in some small recess of himself, he felt a pang of guilt for the fact that she was making a horrible choice.
