Five expected more arguing. More trying to convince her that he wasn't crazy, if he found the patience for it, which wasn't likely. So for one of his siblings to sound reasonable catches him so unexpectedly that he needs moment to switch gears. He's been too used to being questioned that it's a bigger relief than it probably should be.

"Ten days." After a while, he finally nods. "Okay."

Sure, he'd like to spend more time with his family in the event they all don't die horribly, but if they manage to avert to apocalypse he's not going to ask for more. And he does... get it. Wanting to have a relationship with her daughter that's better than what they grew up with. Besides, Five will probably need a break from all of them by then. -- Look at him, getting ahead of himself.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." He sounds sincere for once, and he holds her gaze up until he remembers what he came here to do. So he starts to fiddle with the buttons around the top, in case she needed an excuse to look away from him. For whatever reason, the bloodstains seem to bother him more than they did initially, and he's eager to get rid of them.

All of his shirts have to be white.