[That got a sort of cautiously amused smile, because seriously, should he be concerned that she'd taken an interest in him? But it fell at her question.]

Tarantula. She was... [How did he even begin to explain that fiasco? He caught himself before he elaborated further, mostly because he really didn't need to spiral. He was already trying to push away the memories of the gunshot that had haunted him for weeks afterwards.] What do you mean, tried to help people?