He tenses at the touch but doesn't pull away. She's a familiar face in a strange place, and who knows what she meant by it, anyway. He's still running off of the adrenaline of battle besides.

He looks down at his dirty, blood-spattered armor. He's in one piece and uninjured, which is the best he can hope for most days. "At the moment."

There's no way to know how it all ends.