The lack of initial response, even a grunt, had surprised her. Or... No, not surprised. He had a lot going on that she had no idea about, after all. She watched him, careful in the way someone with a history of loaded conversations could be. She'd filled her plate by the time he'd stopped... whatever thinking he was doing.

And her eyebrows rose at what he came out with.

Huh. What a nostalgic tone.

"Hey." She didn't snap, but it was close. Her plate landed on the nearest table with a click of wood against wood, to free her hands so that when she took the few steps around the table to reach him, she could get a hand on his shoulder--

She stopped, not touching him. Hand hovering a few centimetres away from his back, fingers closing into a fist. "I don't make promises I'm not gonna keep."