That gives her pause-- honestly, she hadn't thought about what specifically it was that she was afraid of, but now that he mentions it, it does make sense to her. She shrugs.

"That or something else. It's fucking bizarre, I feel far less safe now that people know who I am. I mean it's not like, impacting the business or anything," because christ knows that's the most important thing, here, fuck her feelings, nobody cares, "so I can focus on that for a while and ignore it, but it fucking creeps on me."

There's a pause while she grabs her bag, rummages inside it for her cigarettes. "I'm not used to doing this shit alone, I guess. Being small, female, and infinitely fucking breakable is no fun in this city, as it turns out. Whatever, I don't know what I'm talking about. Fuck. How're you."