Lalo puts both hands up, in a defenseless posture. And he tries to give her one of his less alarming smiles! To help set her at ease, he remembers to sip from his cider this time. "Hey, hey, don't worry," he says lightly. "I promise you, I'm not here to pass judgment on you. Or anybody else." For a moment, his expression softens, and Lalo seems almost thoughtfully quiet. "I'm just a curious person." Nothing more, nothing less.

Then he lights up, and laughs. "Besides, chica, we're both in Hell, aren't we? If I'm here, and you're here, we cannot be too different, can we?"