He listened to her. Well duh. Anybody could see that he was a street kid who could barely feed himself. Not having a place to stay is actually part of what makes you a street kid in the first place. How had she known the informer part? Maybe he had said something. That wasn't common knowledge but he had to correct. "Not to save my own ass. To keep it from needing to be in danger and because they pay me which means food for some time." He said seriously. He looked at her as she looked him over. What was she looking for? He looked like she steam rollered him. His hand instinctively went to his wrist. Old cuts from about a week ago. How had she known that? Nobody knew about his cutting issue! How had she figured it out just by looking at him??? He did pick fights but he tried to deal with the depression or emotional anguish before he did. When it got to the point he itched to cut he picked a fight. The physical pain always made the emotional pain more tolerable. "Pretty close...I try to fight internally and deal before I go pick a fight. Its only when it gets unbearable that I go pick a fight. I'm not suicidal." He looked away. "I don't cut to die. I never did." He spoke softly but fell silent after that. Looking back at her with her cold tone. Freezing over his features again. "How the hell could you know something I've never told anybody???" He said. "Though on a different note that was really awesome and cool."