There's something about that smile that feels familiar, like something he knows intimately. The smile of someone who's seen more than they wanted and would have rather avoided what just happened. A smile that's not really regret but just ... tiredness.

She just seems tired.

Of course, he doesn't voice it. He just puts the revolver away and offers her a smile that is no less humourless than hers, but perhaps a little lighter.

"Thanks." He throws a look around. "Should probably get out of here. Not sure what they think of murder, but my bet's on they don't like it."