That would indeed be too much information for him. Bless her and her restraint.

"See, that's where the movies get it real wrong," is all he cryptically says for now. He waits until they finally reach the building- or at least the high, solid-brick wall snaking around the entire lot. He crouches down there with his back pressed against the wall, and finally explains, "You gotta kill somebody before it kicks in."

The fact that she's, what, in junior high and has already killed someone hasn't escaped his notice. He props an elbow on one of his knees, cradling his chin in the palm of his hand as he stares up at her with the slightly accusatory arch of a brow.

He won't ask for details, because that shit tends to be personal, but it's the one solid, unsavory truth that they all know about each other.