At least the mage of ill repute understands how these things work, and Malcolm gives a wry smirk. "Always best to be prepared for how badly it will go wrong. Lady Araceli has certainly given this some thought, I'll grant her that. Do you know much of her?" Because it strikes him that he knows little of her. Many of the people on this ship he's worked with before in some manner or another, or at least knows of, but not so of her.