It could be but she doesn't believe so. Because she's seen that look before, the look of somebody furious at an injustice and that much is something she can believe.

Whatever his own world was like, she thinks he must have seen the darker parts of it himself. The same way that she has. To be able to have a look like that... that only comes from a certain kind of rage.

"It did. To one too many." Her voice is just as quiet, almost seething, until she looks up, eyes intense beneath her hood. Studying. Watchful. "Your turn. Where did you come from?"