Oh come on, Beeny. [he says, with a roll of his wrist.] When am I ever overconfident? It's no way for a Dredd to go out, sure, but I'm going to live forever.

[Or however long he chooses. But the smirk he flashes at her shows some self-awareness, at least.]

Though if you are so concerned about changing the future, things will have already changed just by being acquainted with you now. So what's the harm in telling me a little more?