[She looks down, considering her drink.] I don't like this draft, even more than the other ones. I don't like the way it's being handled, I don't like the lack of information, and I don't like the terrain. I've fought in swamps before, and they're... not like any other place. If I was going, I'd really be able to do something there. But I'm not so...

[A deep breath and then she looks back up at him.] So I thought that the best thing I could do to make sure everyone came back all right would be to tell him what I know about people's fighting styles. I told him that you were a strong fighter, and smart, and that he should get in contact with you if he needs to talk with someone about strategy in a specific area.

[And despite herself, she tenses a little. Because. There it is.]