[ He glances at her finally, lips twitching at the corners. No, he's not smiling! Shh! ]

It's safer there than it is here, yes. [ So he agrees. Sort of. He grouches this next part, but this time it's less serious: ] I must have some sort of sign on me somewhere that invites optimism in where I don't want it. It even follows me into different worlds entirely, for Maribor's sake.