Seeing him looking shocked is almost enough for a real Julie-smile, but not quite enough. Still. Yeah. If it means something to him, if it makes it a little easier, why not? It's not like she spends this free time on something important. Training or whatever.

Her shrug is casual as she can make it, but. Thing is, that's the R she knows. She remembers. From the plane, from back home, dragging himself under her bedroom and throwing stones at the window. The one who gets wide-eyed and excited like a seven year old holding their first glock.

"Don't bother thanking me. You just owe me." It's a tease, a raise of her brows as she slides to the edge of the cement. Her feet hang off, just touching the ground. "I'll be there."