"Probably not a good idea, with the war and everything." Plus Dante didn't actually want to find out what her people would do with him if they figured out-- well, were there crazy-strong self-healing people or whatever over there, actually?

"But you know what, I'm going to take your word for it," he said, smiling at her. "I grabbed two beers on the way here. Wanna take a break and help me kill 'em?"