His face doesn't quite fall, but it does go carefully blank. So he's been talking to Kristin-- ever since they fought, he can only think of her as Kristin. It's annoying, but not a total breach of his personal fucking privacy, so he'll let that slip for now.

"You wouldn't know any Falconer," he says. "Her books are on this thing."

He's not sure why that's important. Maybe because it's just more satisfying than asking if she called him a terrorist. At the moment, he'd rather not know if his hunch is correct.