"Can't really think of any other way I'd handle it if I was in your spot." She wasn't entirely sure if it was the best way to handle it, but what other way was there? At the same time she wasn't entirely sure if you could even classify this as 'handling it'. At least his further explanation made her certain that he understood that. The problem was she wasn't entirely sure if she had any right to tell someone that their way of 'handling' things was or wasn't right. It wasn't like she had the best ways to handle shit. "Is doing this causing you any problems?"

She ran a finger along her own drink and then took a small sip as she listened to him. A part of her kept circling back to the thought that she was just shit at this. Comforting people wasn't exactly her forte and she was probably worse at giving advice. "I get the concern," it was one she had herself. "But what good is being afraid of something just because it could happen here?" Oh, there was irony in her saying that to him. Though it occured to her way too late to prevent herself from saying anything. Now all she could do was hope he didn't bring it up and kept focusing on the more important topic.

"That's the point I got with my work," she said with a shrug. Well, sort of. It hasn't been that she'd ben convinced that she couldn't actually change things working as a Runner, but more that she knew she couldn't. Not only had she known she couldn't change things, but she'd also realized she'd never change herself if she stayed. "Have you ever considered purely private work? It's what I went into." though, she really had no idea how possible that was in his world. She also had certain advantages (money) that he definitely didn't.

"Then I'm glad you're back here."