[He raises a brow, curious without being necessarily startled, and gives a minute nod before taking a swig of the stuff masquerading as beer.]

That would certainly do it, I imagine.

[There's no judgement in his voice, at the very least— whatever her reasons were, they're her own. It's not as though plenty of people haven't died by his hand.

He goes on to give an easy smile, as if quite pleased with himself.]

I'm a sky pirate. In my line of work, there's a certain degree of pride in having a bounty on one's head.