He thinks on her response for a moment, before he smiles more warmly than he had, up to that point. He's not jaded enough to take optimism for stupidity, and so just nods.

"That's real nice a you," he says, and means that sincerely. "You're not more worried 'bout yourself?"

People are supposed to be self-serving. The fact that she isn't--or says she isn't--doesn't fit into his basic ordering of the world.

He jumps over the puddle she avoided, then glances at her again. "Guess dat's one thing about bein' here--lots of weird people ta meet."