It's not a particularly carefree laugh, but the corners of her mouth quirk up in response, anyway. "It's the same in Manhattan," she offers, both to demonstrate that she has a little perspective and to… not reassure him, exactly, because there's nothing reassuring about coming through the rift… but to let him know that he might not have much adjusting to do on that particular front (unlike her).

His second comment startles a strangled little laugh out of her. "Easier?" she repeats incredulously before she can stop herself. "I find it easier when the evil just leaves you alone and lets you live your life."