[He lifts a shoulder, unsure of what 'alright' even means in this context. He doesn't feel very alright in a psychological sense, but he's pretty sure that's not what she's talking about.]

I've made an enemy of our 'escorts.'

[Since the moment he was pulled from the cave, it's been a constant. What were originally spirited attempts at actual escape have become a matter of principle, however impotent.]

It's marked me as a problem. I'm sure they like having the excuse... and I'd be loathe to disappoint.

[The bitterness is palpable.]