He decided not to ask what feminine trickery involved. Probably similar to tricks he'd pulled, himself.

The way he blinked at the datapad was maybe even more stunned than he had at the rifle. "I… thanks. I'll be careful."

He looked at her a long moment, trying very hard to profile objectively, not be swayed by her assistance or how he was increasingly feeling about it, or indeed his concussion. She was hard to read, but… with what she was doing for him, could it be so risky to see if…? "…If I manage to get out of here… are you looking to get out, too?"