Out of sight and still in mind for him as well; it would be a mistake to forget what she's capable of, but he thinks-- imagines-- he might 'get her' better than he did when they were bristling like angry cats on the street. One would hope so, by now.

"No, I, uh." Squint off into some dark alley. This place is fucking quiet. "I got that impression." His tone is one of almost amusement, in a way that is self-deprecating... as much as one can be across alternate realities.