He nods, in agreement, before glancing towards her. He watches her for a moment, trying to piece together what he knows of her. She was capable of apology, easily annoyed, blunt, she claimed to like Susan, and him. It's puzzling, he can't think of what he'd done to be liked, and likewise he can't think of what Susan might have done to endear her. Perhaps she liked quick talkers, or the sorts of silly observations Susan seemed to so frequently make, but it seemed strange that someone so easily exasperated would find any such qualities endearing. He can't make sense of her.

Was she mocking him by offering help? He isn't sure, but in either case, she deserved his thanks. He'd have to find some way to repay the favor, not now but someday. Finally he looks away.

"Thank you, again." He's not a man of many words, but he means those ones very earnestly.