[I respond well to projected warmth, real or fake, because it's an end in itself for me. As usual when meeting someone new, I'm projecting something similar.]

[I'd tell him my real name if we weren't in public, but we are.] Ruby is fine for now. [About to explain that it isn't [I]him[/I] I'm worried about, that we could be under watch, and abruptly decides against it. Because I should keep an eye on him myself, if I can.]

It's not an exaggeration. I did come here to meet you because I admire you, after all. Not everyone can win a battle after having their hand nailed to the ground. But I actually mean I admire... [Thoughtful pause. Every word I'd use for it is going to sound ridiculous to a person who has no choice but to be those things.] Your approach to fighting, I suppose.