He hopes that she remembers him - it seems it would be the least she could do, given that one of their encounters was her killing him and the other was throwing a planet in his face. Though, it occurs to him that he might have it confused. There are more than one of her, aren't there? And they... share memories?

Who knows which he speaks to now. Could she somehow be one of the ones that Hermes sent in the ancient past? Too many questions, and ones that feel stupid to press on when she behaves the way she does. He pauses midstep, staring at her, his fists clenching at his sides. The fact that she isn't spewing any nonsense about taking comfort in oblivion is probably telling.

His muscles relax slightly, and though he is clearly wary, he responds in a less hostile manner.

"I'm fine. 'Tis only the consequences of disagreeing with our captors."