[The good thing about the fact that it's not reciprocated is that Ronan just doesn't care. It's not enough of a feeling for him to actually give a damn about, and it's the same kind of thing that stops him from asking - not tact, just. Disinterest.

It's very possible that after this conversation, he will never see, nor hear from her again, and that suits him just fine. He's not here to make friends - he's not been good at it, really, since his father died, not has he cared to even try. His friends had been thrust upon him, really, which didn't feel all that different from his current situation.]

Ah. Wolves, then.

[She might not be in the mood for his sardonic replies, but that's all he's got in store, right now. He hopes they're not supposed to murder each other, because he might be in danger, otherwise.]

Seriously though, they're going to let you shower, right? Your smell alone will warn everyone you're coming for them otherwise.