[ That he can take it well, with a sense of humor... She likes him. That's a little bit of a surprise in that he'd seemed like another unthinking, unquestioning thug at first glance, but Root is getting the sense there's more beneath that, just squashed and buried for survival. She's never lived that way, but she's known a lot of people who have. And she can see why Shaw would feel just a little protective of him.

He's trying to care about people he thinks he can't care about, isn't he? That's just like her.

After their heart-to-heart and exchanged threats, she's more open with him, letting herself stare into her empty drawers. ]

I really wasn't expecting that. ... Wait, [ she muses, ] that was my jacket she was wearing, wasn't it? Huh.

I bet she didn't tell you she played hard to get with me for years, [ she explains as an afterthought. Root does not sound upset about it; she sounds a little rueful, but mostly appreciative, enjoying the challenge and what it means for Shaw to finally relent. ]