"Kitchen assistant," she snorts, taking a drink of the orzata herself because it's good, she knows it's good because she was there in the making of it, not being any sort of a slouch in the kitchen. "I tease though, Korrin would have managed admirably but some things are better with friends and help, no?"

If that's on the nose then what does she care, her nerves are frayed like an old rope, she's sore and stiff, they could have lost Zevran before they reached him or others in the team in the efforts.

Handing the drink back, she sets about removing her earrings and necklace, the complicated set of lockpicks resting in her lap as she drags a hand through her hair. She sits before he can see her wince, pulling her hand free before she shakes it out over her shoulders so he can work with it more easily.

"Perhaps next time we three might invade the kitchens together, the head cook will have to leave at last, at least for the day."