[ Jesus, she wishes it weren't raining. It wouldn't be half as theatrical, it couldn't be. The silence, excluding its practical draws, didn't of itself unnerve her. She could go for a canyon's worth of it now. Jess stalks towards him and with a challenging inclination of her head steers him aside to the mouth of alley, in a bid to attract less attention. Stiiiill pretty fuckin' theatrical though.

Any number of answers would honestly satisfy his question. Bone-dry sober like she was when she last saw him, her brain would be stamping the front of her skull with the imprints of most of them. Being drunk doesn't make the question any less shitty to ask so the one danger he's not in is of getting any credit. ]

The fact that I don't give a shit about any of you is the one advantage I have, the only way I can keep you safe. [ That is SUCH a general "you," buddy. It has the very makings of a modern major General so don't go getting any ideas. And yeah, it's not perfect (see: Supergirl), but it's all he Needs To Know until she's looking for a guinea pig for her vaccine, if it works out. ] I don't owe you anything else, and I don't have to make you feel better about any of this. [ No longer general. The general has been dishonorably discharged. ] Get it through your head.