[She knows: both how he is and how he feels, to an extent. But it's in her nature and in her mood right now to believe better of the world sometimes, to try to calm him down, and anyway, she figures that between the two of them, anything caught wandering out was basically doomed. Still.] I know. I guess it's a side-effect of the life you've lived, huh. She turns to face the street, bottle at her lips.] And it has its uses. It just... well, don't let it keep you from having some measure of fun, you know? We're surrounded by people who know this sort of danger, who've lived with it all their lives. No one here is unaware of the risks. No one here is totally defenseless.