The way she cuts herself off doesn't go unnoticed, and it doesn't sit right with him. Eren's always suffered from a particularly stubborn sense of personal justice. It's not at all hard to push him into righteous indignation on behalf of others, and it's gotten him into more than a few fistfights over the years. Her hesitation puts a spark to the embers of it burning low in his chest. His brows draw together, and his jaw goes a little tight before he opens his mouth again.

"Not exactly what?" he presses. Not particularly gentle, but not exactly unkind, either. The question comes in earnest, and he is—mercifully—still and quiet as he waits, watching her carefully for an answer. Once he's really sunk his teeth into something, deterring him will take more than a cut-off sentence.