I'm a bit more anxious than I'd like to admit to see this mission to go smoothly. [ There is a lot at stake for her... she winces a bit, recalling her own desires to serve merely to selfishly prevent war back in her homeworld. ] What? Do you expect me to find a pub in the slums to waste away in? Or shop frivolously with these odd clothes?

[ There's a friendly laugh there — she did have those examples ready quickly. ]

What do you plan on doing?