[Maribelle is well aware that she doesn't look like most people's idea of a soldier; prim and pretty and proper rarely cross the minds of those who think of it.]

Yes. There is no war here officially - not yet - and yet I fear it has already begun. We have been recruiting others to our cause, but only the best and brightest are able to survive amongst us.

[She doesn't remark upon Jack's own mention of being one, not wishing to drag him into their battle, but she eyes him critically, sizing him up]