[ Clearly this man is just crazy -- which does, now, make her a little more wary of his pyromaniac label. But she's satisfied by the fact that in whatever tiny nook of the world he's blowing up trees, it's for the purpose of regrowth.

She folds her arms over her chest. ]

Okay. Fine. I'll accept that you think you've killed giants and monsters and prevented a transformative disease from spreading, even though I've never heard about it on the news or in my travels. What country are you from so I know to avoid it? [ Forgetting that she won't even remember once her time here is done... ]