Agatha shook her head as she finished her stretch on the floor, slowly standing up as she declined his offer for a smoke while he spoke. "I don't smoke..", she grumbled as she began to twist her torso from one side to the other, repeating the process several times over until he finished speaking.
"You're offering me, in a sense, the same thing I was offered years ago when I was in front of the Overwatch, debating if they should've just killed me and dissected me on a slab to see how I ticked, let alone fly something that they had little of, but pretty much manpower is what both you and they had issues with, and more than likely still do.
Considering the information to date that I've given you all I'm pretty sure I don't have any other options to work with, and I'm going to take a guess that you already know what I'm going to say..
She took a slow turn and faced the wall, placing both hands upon the plating and went quiet for several moments more..
"I want my old clothes, freedom to communicate with family and crew, and my god damn glass eye back to start with. If you agree to those terms I'll work with you lot to start with. Oh. And I want access to my sleeping quarters on the Liberty Lost, not a damned cell.
She slowly turned her head back to look at the trio to wait for a reply, unsure if she was asking was too much or too little to start with.
