"Poe--" she sounds taken aback when he stands up without a word and leaves the room, she moves to stand, setting aside her drink to at least see where he's going. She'd gone too far and now... He comes back barely a moment later, sitting back on the couch and holding a helmet that looks military, from home (she assumes correctly).

She sits back down as he goes on to explain who he is, to try to separate the two men before her, to remind them both that he is only, truly one of them. She blinks, feeling tears prickle at the corners of her eyes, unjustifiably. Even in her fake life, she managed to find a good guy who can't put her first. It's her special talent.

Reaching out, she pushes the helmet closer to him, gently, before she moves to stand with a nod. "I understand. I get it.This is who you are. And what I'm feeling, whatever's in my head isn't real." She sounds resigned, not angry or upset. Just resigned as she tucks her hair behind her ears again, swallowing thickly. "And talking about it isn't going to make that different."

Denial is Caroline Forbes' best friend.