Ah, is that all... [It's a sarcastic reply; he's only seen one confrontation, involving someone called Black Gold Saw or something equally ridiculous, but a fight to someone like her isn't something that can be summed up with 'that's all.' He looks to the girl identified as Shooter again with a hapless expression, wondering if she can share with him the sentiment of how ridiculous such a summary is.

But of course she can't. She's from there. That kind of thing must be normal; after all, she's here now, completely uninjured.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair.]

Listen. I know that fighting's something that people do for reasons... [But how to put this; he's not close enough to her to say he doesn't see anything she has to fight for. He's been safely avoiding her like the plague--or rather, he's gone after plagues more ambitiously than he's been able to approach her.] ... but are you going to go back home because there's something you have to fight for or because you haven't considered making "home" someplace safe instead of making a safe place a temporary refuge?

[That still seems like such a vague way of putting it.]

You do know that you can stay here, don't you? With whoever you want, as long as they're not dangerous.