"Probably just as well you don't know him. I can't imagine he and I are gonna be getting on good terms after tonight's stunt," replied Galahad, his voice full of grim portent. Not that he hadn't killed in the past himself, in fact there was one point that he'd made a career out of it, but that was a different life and he had to hold himself to a different standard now. Still, that was a problem for another day.

Aaron handed him his coffee and a sandwich, the beverage arriving in a batman mug. Sometimes the Doctors form of hero worship for the caped crusader went to far. Galahad was just about to tuck in when he heard an awful groaning coming from across the room. He looked up in mild alarm before realising it was the girls stomach making that ungodly noise. She didn't look like she'd eaten in a while. With a sigh he placed the plate on the floor and slid the food across to her, while giving her a look that said 'Don't be stubborn, eat the damn sandwich'. 

Weariness gave way to anger at her demands of him. He sat more rigid in the chair, his eyes blazed with fury and his hand dropped to the belt that would have at one time held his sidearm. He had saved her, at risk to himself, and she was yet to thank him, instead demanding to know his reasons. His reasons were his own, and would remain as such until he deemed otherwise. He took a second to try and calm down, knowing that his anger was irrational and unhealthy, realising it was just a product of his weariness and the fact her appearance reminded him of painful memories he would rather keep buried. Luckily he had been taught to master his emotions, and it wasn't long until he was back in control. 

"Maybe you coulda got away on your own, luckily I saved you the trouble. And isn't it what people like us do, huh? Save people? So don't ask me stupid questions kid, I especially ain't in the mood tonight after I had a building collapse on top of me." He took a sip of his coffee.