It was rare for anything to ever be on their own terms. Elza knew that better than most people, but much like Nash, one had to learn to adapt or else find themselves on the wrong side of a barrel.

There was an amused breath at the mention of travel. That was something she could understand. "Where's your sense of adventure?" She was teasing, and he would know, but the gunner found some level of comfort in Nash's over-enthusiastic gestures, even if she knew well that he wasn't the man she once knew.

"Good's overrated." There was a shrug accompanying her words before a she sent a glance back in Nash's direction. "So long as you think what you do is the right thing, then what does it matter? It's the right thing for you."