She's too used to tempers to take them personally, at least in someone she doesn't even know. She notes it, though, and notes the insult.

"What's to be grateful for?" she retorts. But as he seems disinclined to fight, she doesn't reach for her weapon. Instead, she glances towards the ceiling, as if the answer is there or, more likely, indicating the world they're in right now.

"You can call it a lie if you like," she doesn't anticipate being believed. "However, I was brought here by chance. The borders between worlds and dimensions are weakened here. In dreams."