"Well, thanks for letting me know, I guess..." he trailed off, turning back to rest his head against the partition between them.

He was relieved knowing that everyone else was safe. Well, as relieved as he could feel while currently in the back of the van of some criminal gang princess. As expected, she persisted in not entertaining his attempts at humor. The fact that she seemed so focused on whatever she was planning to do told him that she probably had no interest in mind games, which meant that whatever she was telling him was likely the truth. It might even be safe to think that she would not be doing what she was if she had other options. That would actually be rather tragic, in a way. Was he starting to feel sympathetic towards her? He was no psychology expert, but he did not think that Stockholm's Syndrome was supposed to kick in this quickly. This was just his mind drifting off, however. She could possibly be misunderstood, right?

"I guess I don't have to tell you [i]my[/i] name. I mean, you probably know way more about me than just that," he pointed out, though, he wondered which name she would address him by. "So, [i]Roxy[/i], are we there yet?"