[He's quiet for a long moment. Thinking. There's a tight frown on his face, not half as closed off as his modern self might look, but the resemblance is there.]

[Attacking an unarmed woman, even one who's got her head up her ass, would leave him uneasy at the best of times. But this entire situation stinks.]

[But joining up with her hardly sounds any better.]

You're too much trouble.

[He says it almost to himself. Then glances over to her again-]

We'll see how long y'last, then.

[-Before turning and melting back into the forest.]