Well, that's all very... unexpected, as a response. Adrasteia blinks at him before she decides it is a win in her favor. They are friends. So it is decreed. He could certainly make worse ones.

She can worry about him to her little heart's contentment.

"Thank you." What sort of life, she wonders does one have to lead to bristle at the very idea of being friends with someone? A fairly lonely one in her imagining. She takes another bite of her eggs.