[His eyes are downcast, at first, and so he does miss that. When she speaks of combat experience, he glances up, and he actually laughs when she mentions Franciscus.]

Scared? Hardly. It is just... it is distasteful, to me, to think of playing games with strangers' blood on the apparatus in plain sight. Even as cheery as that fellow who takes the paper spiders is.

And... it's funny, isn't it, how those who've never fought alone become so brave when they've a mob at their back.