She looked to him and shrugged. "I try to avoid hurting people, I try to help where I can, assuming they don't hurt me first." She explained. While she had initially been rather upfront with him about where she came from, she felt that her previous locations weren't really worth keeping as a secret, after all what was he going to do knowing that she lost her sister. She listened to him talk, unsure of whether or not he was being completely truthful but decided it sounded believable enough, besides, she had she had lied a little when she said she was running; she had more on her agenda than that. Laughing slightly when he did, trying to ease the encounter, she nodded "yeah, kinda put a stump in my day, too." She smiled slightly<br/><br/>Madison leaned back against the wall again, nodding to what he was saying. "I know. I didn't want to, but what else was I supposed to do,<i>I  </i>couldn't help her. " She didn't take offense to his flat tone, she didn't expect sympathy from anyone at this point, everyone had been through enough, and most had stopped caring. "I wish that I could say that. That I could tell myself that this way it's easier for me, but..." She shrugs, "But yeah, she's better off." She had initially tried to stop caring, she really did, but nothing she did helped. She wanted to help people, that's all she'd ever wanted to do and her heart didn't warrant her to grow numb to everyone's pain and heart-ache. She didn't care about herself, however, three years of borderline torture permitted her to stop feeling for herself. "Personally, I wouldn't worry about anyone letting me down, I'd worry about me letting them down."<br/><br/>Madison cleared her throat and sat up, wanting to change the subject before she let too much of herself through, she had blocked out most of her past a long time ago and was determined to not let it slide back. "I can look at your leg for you, though. I'm pretty skilled in first-aid if I do say so myself.' She says, pointing to Arcs' leg.