One nice gesture was strange, two was downright confusing, three... she squints at him, all suspicion and distrust. People who know her well enough to know what kind of person she is are never nice, not without ulterior motives, and York's are as good as stitched onto his sleeve.

Only that doesn't explain why he'd suddenly change tracks like this. He seemed perfectly proud of his annoyance-only strategy before.

"...I really can't tell if you're fucking with me," she says, brow furrowed. She's restless, being able to do even some training would be a relief, but it's York offering.