Another small, approving nod at the use of her title. This one was a charmer. She stood to her feet, carefully smoothing out her tunic and adjusting how it sat on her. She really wasn't all that tall, or especially muscular for that matter. But her hands were steady, and she stood like she could've looked Jovanno dead in the eye if she wanted to.

"Well then, Mr De Barra," she gave him the sort of just slightly wild look that usually kicked up a fire in her crew before a dangerous mission, "looks like we've got some plans to make. Time to see if organizing a prison break from the inside is any easier than breaking in from the outside."