Preferring not to rely on the judgement of a relative stranger - she likes Cynthia, as much as she knows her, but they're casual drinking buddies and not especially appraised of one another's extracurriculars, it's nothing personal - Benevenuta is already working through what precautions she may need to take with the apartment tonight and for a while in the near future. (Professional hazard. Of several of her jobs over the years, honestly.)

The way Rhade phrases it makes her think he attacked, until she reconsiders in light of the sentiments she's become acquainted with since Baedal. (Being in a place where such things are possible at all is new, but not outside of what she's prepared to deal with.) She considers him for a few moments; she'd be classified that way, likely, but it doesn't occur to her in the moment. Thinking of herself simply as separate is too long-ingrained for the time being, though the prejudices here offend her on principle.

(She's got a lot of those - principles.)

"And you don't want to say much more," she presumes.