There's no grand story, Don Quixote. We worked together once. That's it.

[He said, like a liar. But of course, her hero worship of Colors is exhausting, to say the least. He offers a sigh in addition to his words. She doesn't seem to act the same way around Roland, so....well. He's not going to break the peace, here. Let him take the heat.]

...It wasn't a big deal. He was right. Nothing to write home about.