However beadily she could eye him, she could spy no trace of a lie, so let the suspicion pass. The mongrel girl pursed her lips regretfully as he elaborated on his views of the situation. "That is a shame, but your point is understandable." She could try to wheedle him further with pointed words about honour and obligation and temptations of shelter and sustenance, but really, it didn't seem fair or polite. He'd stated his standpoint clearly enough. Besides, he probably had a good home to go back to anyway, such as wherever it was he'd done all his fighting. If it had been worth any time at all, he would have at least won some ground, surely. Everything he'd said so far pointed to his being only passing through. "I wish you good speed on your way, then, and may you return in more pleasant times. Unless you want to collaborate in this exploration?" Her eyes hovered over the empty suburban landscape. "I seek weapons, and you seek knowledge. Perhaps you could share your knowledge of weapons? Then we are both satisfied." Neatly put, she thought, wondering if he'd acquiesce to this decidedly one-sided proposal.
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