[ That is not at all what he expected to hear from her, and he's so stunned by it that he just bursts out laughing, loud and bright in the dreary air.

Well, she knows him. Just--only a little bit. Knows of him. He can work with that.

He holds up his hands right back, which is maybe made less peaceful the the sword dangling from one wrist ]

And I don't have any plans of doing anything that would put me in jail. [ It just seems to happen sometimes, anyways. ] There're wanted posters for me back home, huh? That's--well. Guess that makes sense.

[ Probably also not a helpful thing to say! He's muddled and tired and his emotions are a mess, so he's not at his best right now ]

Do you remember much of anything else?