[The squeak from the Surskit draws Kimblee's gaze upward; there's not really anywhere to look but Isaac's face once it's recalled, and he's mildly relieved that Isaac isn't staring him down at the moment.]

Really, you don't have to keep thanking me - you know that I don't take on charity cases for any reason. I'm here because I choose to be.

[His grip tightens against Isaac's hand momentarily, as though to emphasize the point.]