[ Honestly, he'd probably prefer an old girlfriend. At least he'd be way over them instead of... weird. When she shuffles over to his side of the table, he leans into her idly, reflexively. And eyes stay focused vaguely on the centerpiece before her offer startles him enough to turn. He might be really good at glossing over what he doesn't want to hear sometimes (like murder), but he's known her long enough to know there's no way that's anything but an honest to god threat. ]

Wh— No, Ramir, she's on our team! And that's not even— [ The problem. The real meat of the awkward part. The bit that's really emotionally constipating if the confliction in his gaze is anything to go by. ] She hasn't done it yet, is the thing... Before I even mentioned I knew her, she said it was 2027 back home. That's like a year before.