[ His response to her apologetic looks is just a shrug. Sometimes life sucks and you get an arm shot off and your friends die and you decide to throw some morphine into your drink. What else is new. At this point he can't even be embarrassed or ashamed or awkward he's just so done. ]

Nah, I get it. Thanks anyway. If you came along it'd just get worse. Who knows what they'd do.

Hit on you.

Relentlessly.

Be insulting and demeaning.

Also relentlessly.

And there ya go. There's your answer. There's my life.

[ As she tries to walk away, America waves half-heartedly. But his Shadows decide to just keep on talking and making it worse. ]

Ask you what you're running from.

Pick at ya to find out if it's that alien doctor is the non-human not makin' ya feel good enough.

[ The other one opens his mouth to say I could make ya feel good enough, if ya know what I mean while America jabs them both in the arm and tries to shush them. He might have trouble keeping his mouth shut and he definitely has trouble trying to say the right thing, but this is clearly one thing he at least has the good sense not to pry into.

At least not consciously. If his Shadows are anything to go by, he's definitely curious. ]