While she lists off the many various iterations of passengers, he is indeed looking at her, calculating in his mind where each person he's met so far might sit. She'll see his mind working behind sharp blue eyes. And, there's is a hint of embarrassment, too, when she looks around his room at the destruction he's wrought. His temper used to be more contained. But he refuses to make excuses for himself in her earshot.

"I'm not helpless. I'm not what you would call a civilian. I'm also not a present danger to anything that isn't a table lamp or other piece of furniture. Where do you suppose that puts me?"