"I shouldn't be talking with you. You say you're a friend, but how am I to know?" She felt safe enough, but it could be that his instincts are wrong. In which case he shouldn't have said many of the things he's already told her. He starts scooting his chair back to leave when the band starts playing a song that takes his attention.

His eyebrows furrow in a mix of amusement and confusion as he listens to the lyrics, and he makes no further move to leave. "Do you have...insight on this?"