She isn't sure if he's accepting her offer, or questioning it, so she observes him for a few moments longer before deciding to just keep on talking.

"I've been in your place before," she admits, not looking up and over at him. "Sometimes your hand is forced and you have to do things that end with you locked up."

She doesn't elaborate more than that, but tries to get him to see that she knows what it's like, being on his end of things. Her desire to help comes from empathy, even though she doesn't necessarily sympathize with him. It's an odd feeling to have, one that puts her at odds with herself.

"And I know that if I had people showing up to try and help me when I didn't want it, I'd end up stabbing someone in the face."