Unfortunately, this does not seem to appease her. She doesn't give a shit about his quest for knowledge. Doesn't trust it any more now than she had a minute ago, and that explanation sounds like a load of horseshit to her. He can believe it all he wants. At the end of the day, stupidity and naivete are just as dangerous as ill intent, or more.

The scoff she makes at the word 'special,' though. Some nearby papers flutter.

"If I have to hear another fucking man who doesn't know the first thing about me tell me I'm special, I'm going to actually flay his face from his shitty empty skull."