The familiar discombobulated feeling starts to come back. It's disorienting, but not all together unpleasant. There's something nice about it. However, it fills him with a sense of indignation and irritation, too. He'd been gloating to himself about the power he now held over her; how she was going to think twice about messing with him after this; how she owed him...

Now he's thinking about how what she's saying is true. Her being here did save him, in a sense.

There's a not-totally-unpleasant little twist in his chest that Lalo can't place or name.

He does start to re-find his footing after a few seconds, though. Like hell he's just going to make this easy for her. Lalo grins. "Me? Ayyyy, I don't think so! You're the lucky one. What if I'd just kicked you out into the green shit? Then what would have happened to you?"