[She's not used to being thanked for anything significant - the routine thanks for serving a drink, maybe, but that barely registers on her radar anymore. Certainly nothing as important as helping save a city from destruction. She's never been in a position to be anything useful like this before, and it's so foreign it feels uncomfortable - not in a bad way, just. Different. She shrugs, shoves her hands into her jeans pockets, turns her gaze to the ground.]

Don't worry 'bout it. Least I could do, right? If I'm gonna be stuck here a while, it's prob'ly better if the place isn't a big pile o'cinders.