[ He inclines his chin at her laugh, expression staying the same, smirk still on his lips, unfazed. Two different worlds indeed. ]

That'd still be me. [ Whether or not he actually is that tough, he's not going to concede defeat there until it's undeniable — and who knows, that day might never come. Not like anyone back home expected him to know his way around a foam sword, let alone a real one. ] Call it a fault of where I came from. The people I knew back home were definitely impressed by what I was working on. That's on them. There's way more opportunity here to do bigger and better things.

[ He tilts his head, smirk fading ever so slightly. ] After all, we're all kind of limited in some way by where we come from, aren't we? What matters is if you're able to overcome that when given the chance.

[ He's able. He knows that. Maybe she is, too. He doesn't really care one way or the other, but it might be nice. ]