"Azúcar." She agrees with him on that front: soft hissing is a sign they should be wary, after all. Still, as far as she's concerned, she's been through worse.

Considering how calm he is, maybe he feels the same way.

There's a slight pause, light pooling in her open palm as she mulls over whether or not to give him the truth. " Back, if we're playing it safe. I can hold my own— wouldn't worry too much if we get into trouble— I just get to have more fun if no one pays attention to me."

But then again, if he's a distant gunslinger along the lines of someone else she knows, he might feel the same way; deferring to his preference is a courtesy she's more than willing to extend.