"I didn't even try to go outside." This is probably not something Crysta should brag about, but she somewhat compulsively seeks praise for clearing the lowest possible bar, always and forever. She isn't convinced. He still looks worried; tense. A lot of people here are. Crysta's still not, not anymore. Now that they're obviously off the topic of her feelings, she can handle the storm.

"I'd like to see him try. We'd be ready for him. I think he'd totally cry if all his hair went missing, for example."