"You know, normally, I'd snark back, but I believe you on this one, and I'm a little too smart to push my luck. This time." Idiot.

Miles crosses his arms right back, mirroring her. "Well, gee, thanks, I'm so glad you're concerned with my well-being," he says, the sarcasm seeping back in. "Why didn't you just stab it in its face, then? You've got that fancy sword."