[Crow gulps, watching her beat the crap of the poor (?) guys, making a mental note to himself never to piss Ur off. Then, he gives her a somewhat wry smile.]

I think that's what they call "Christmas cheer".

[No, Crow. No, it isn't.

He pauses, pondering her question.]

... My kids. Their safety, their happiness, their future... that's what's important to me.