[He's not even particularly relieved that she doesn't react to the murder plot. It's just another fact of life, like another tree passing in the landscape. Can't even explain why he particularly wants to kill this guy except that it's somewhere to go, something to do, a way to prove that there are some people out there who deserve to live even a little less than he does.

He pulls out his pack of cigarettes, taps it against his palm and gets another one.]

It's a metal box that takes you places. I don't figure monkeys got them, but I also didn't figure they talked, so I don't know shit. Actually. We find one around here I'll give you a ride in it.

[He's a little slow on the 'medieval-era fantasy' uptake. Like really slow.]