She nods. Stiff, back straight. It hurts to need to ask for it, but she is not oblivious to her position, at how that leaves her if others decided it.

"I want to be smuggled out if it comes to that. I'd work for your crew, most happily. You already know I am a good fighter, and I am not prone to complaining about decent work at least." Her smile twitches, never mind anything else that she would probably complain about. "And I can work harder than most, I can do things none of you can."