Shira's humor, though understood, was something of a sore spot in that circumstance. He certainly didn't mean it to be taken in any way other than simple gesture to show that he was not unlucky, or a bad omen. That term had always bothered him. Bad omen. To Kaz it was just a way for people to explain something that could not be explained in any logical manner, so they insisted on putting a label on it so that, in their own way, they could quantify their misfortune and blame something else for it. He likened it to the term 'God's Will', as if God decided who won the lottery, who won championship games, and who got cancer from radiation poisoning. While his views on religion were not exactly widely known or understood, he found that it often made people feel better to think there was something other than logical and luck out there. Whatever he felt on the matter was irrelevant.<br/><br/>Deciding to chock the comment up to intoxication, and a miscommunication, Kaz chose not to dwell on it too much. He shrugged his shoulders dismissively. But equally damaging was the title she had jokingly bestowed him. Mr. Hero. He was no hero, and had not imagined that he would ever be since his youth. Sure, like most other children his age, he dreamed of saving lives and kicking ass from a pilot's chair. That wasn't unusual. But he learned very early on that the word 'hero', particularly the meaning behind it, was never to be measured lightly. It wasn't his job to go in and help her, but he went anyway, but that didn't make him a hero.<br/><br/>Ceres zoomed past, placing both their bills on the table. Kaz didn't offer to pay hers, as they were not on a date and he didn't offer to begin with. He paid his tab, again with a good tip, then eyed his conversational partner again, measuring her intoxication as best he could. "I don't expect anything except for people to do their job well. So no, I don't expect anything from you, knowing that. And don't call me a hero... i'm not that either. As for faith, I put my faith in people. At the end of the day, everything I do is because of people. Whether I walk away from an accident or not, whether I stop some lunatic with a knife before he hurts someone, it's because of people. Me. You. Other techs. Police. Civilians. Family. Friends... cause let's be real. The fact that we are even out here to begin with and have made it this far is because of what we did as people, not by divine intervention."<br/><br/>Kaz stretched out his arms, not because he was tired, but because he needed to move. He never did like to sit idle for too long. "Anyway, I think i'm done drinking for the night, and i'm not really up for any philosophical debates, so how about I take my turn at changing the subject. I have nothing planned for the rest of the evening, and I feel like I have some energy to work off before I go to sleep. I'd rather do this with you than by myself. So, in case you are still debating on whether or not you want to continue associating with a 'bad omen', I think we'd enjoy ourselves together if you're up for it. If not..." Kaz shrugged again.<br/>"Choice is yours."