[She's all but bristling by the time he finishes. Smug, self-assured bastard. From two years ago, mind. And he mentioned friends. Maybe she's not so alone after all.

And she's armed. And forewarned.]

You, missing a navigator? With your sunny disposition? [Such sweet sarcasm, before she answers him, blunt as can be.]

If you get a navigator that's there of their own free will, you feel free to tell them to look me up. I'll decide then. But I'm gonna walk away no matter what you want of me. I don't need your permission, and my friends sure as hell don't either.