[He raises an eyebrow, though not out of disdain but genuine confusion.]

You don't really think that, do you? You don't look that stupid.

[There is some little measure of comfort in hearing someone better off who doesn't seem against the strike. That's not something he'd dare to say out loud.

Another distracted glance off into the shadows, then he looks back at her.]

Maybe you should get yourself a soapbox next time.