In some ways, he's preceptive. It's not entirely an insult coming from Ronan either.

"Add enough gas and fire, it all does," Ronan says in agreement. He snorts at her offense at him not picking. "Fine. Maintenance. Public bathrooms." Because blowing a toilet up is always fun and he assumes there's a maintenance room and public bathrooms here. Oh, she didn't say the wrong thing. Ronan is just being his normal abrasive self. The sky is blue and humans breathe oxygen.

When she starts grabbing things, so does he even if he's not entirely sure what he's grabbing. He smirks at her 'joke'. "Best two out of three," he waggles his eyebrows at her.