It says something that he goes when she pushes him. It's like pushing Gabriel, or Rachel, or any being stronger than her. When she knows down into the very red and yellow of her marrow that it means they let her do it. Not that she was able to. Let to. Which makes her even more wary. Almost to annoyed. Because it means she's being fucked with possibly. Drawn in. Given any assumption, power, the fuck ever they might be thinking or calling.

It makes the muscles between her shoulder blades tense, but she does do more than look back. Blandly, for all his dangerous bravado.

"Actually, I--" And that word, that emphasis, on herself, and not the girl he keeps seeing in her, who isn't her. (Even if she is. They are, just as much as they aren't. Fucking Multiverse.). "--didn't." Her lips press, affecting a smile that is more the business end of a blade than a smile itself. The effect of something like a mockery of business respect flitting into her uncertain apathetic sympathy. "But thanks for telling me how."