"Diplomacy," she echoes, thinking, "Maybe– the other. Do I get to choose?"

Admittedly she does like the thought of that. She could carve herself a spot in this place and curl up in it, keep a low profile. Nobody would have to know anything.

All she has to do is walk the rest of the way there. She sighs, and hefts up her pack. "Sure, sure– only been walkin' all day, haven't I."