She's got the whole liking-versus-trust thing completely backwards, compared to Soldat, but they're reaching the end of their ability to argue. Maybe they've made a point or made her think about something, maybe not. Maybe they'll just have to keep dragging their friends to see her and hope more of them click. Ellever, maybe. Who wouldn't like Elle?

(Even if Ellever is technically an eldritch being and the antichrist in her world. No big.)

"I'm a pretty pathetic silver lining, Misty," they point out instead. Just enough time left on the soup for a third sandwich, which sizzles while they sip their cocoa. Yum. "Should probably trade me in for a better model." They mean this mostly as a joke, albeit a self-deprecating one, obviously.