Maybe just a tiny bit. Jono pulled a breath between his teeth, trying not to let it show on his face that he felt a bit as though he'd been punched in the guts at that.

"This has precious little to do with boredom," he intoned, a little flatly, as he studied her face. "If you'd rather, I can leave you be."

Let them all starve or be systematically exterminated in peace. He seemed to be good at not being there when it mattered the most, after all.