"Okay." There's some relief from him, too, because she IS weird, and this place IS weird, and he's only barely grasping a few of the very basic concepts around him. Who knew that space travel would be easier? Hell, give him time travel. He almost worked that one out.

Not that he's not afraid or angry yet, but he's at least attempting to keep himself in check. Because if people knew his story, they'd think he was a weird freak of nature and affront to God, or the Maker, or Andraste? or whoever. Whatever.

"Dude, child assassins are not okay in any timeline or universe. How old are you, anyway, like...like fifteen maybe? Fourteen? Higher lower?"