She is a lot, but also, fortunately, seems just as content to let that confused statement hang, rather than add anything else onto it. Let him think about it late into the night.

"Well! I'm trying to stay positive here. I always have my fists!" she says, throwing her hands up. "It's fine, I was born in the bottom of a gutter in the slums. I can cope with hardship. If nothing else I'll throw rocks very hard."

It will take more than this to get her down.