[ She raises an eyebrow at that. Those words, that statue-- he's just like the others. ] You hope? That is all? [ A small laugh, and she rises as well. Although for her, she hovers rather than stands, letting fabric rustle with the slightest of wind. She extends the heated end of her pipe towards him, dangerously close to his trademark pack. It would be horrible if it caught fire now, wouldn't it? ] I am my own person; I follow who I want... unless you have something to offer me that is better or bargain with, mm?

{ NP We can try a different scenario if you want? Or just continue with this and see where it leads? }