"Well," *she says, crossing her arms over her chest, "that was certainly... something." She glances at you. "You sure you want me around this kind of trouble?"

"I suppose we'll just have to see where the wind takes us," she replies with a shrug, her voice cold and distant. There's a flicker in her crimson eyes that hints at uncertainty, but it disappears almost as soon as you notice it. "For now, let's focus on getting out of here."