Her lip curls. She doesn't care for his answer, nor his tone. She also does not even slightly care about how good the cause may or may not be. Goodness was not a virtue to which she aspired. At this point, she seemed to aspire to survival. She has survived the fall of her world, she had survived on the fringes of space avoiding her own bounties, and she will survive this. Considering the six cramped months she had spent on the Freelancer stewing in her own boredom, this might even be an opportunity to thrive.

"I'll think about it, if it's worth my time."

Apparently she does not intend to give an inch.