"Hmph," Vicenta said, distinctly unimpressed. "I just might, for taking that tone with me." She hefted the revolver and pointed it at him. "I was a Corsair," she said. "Before I joined the Revolution. Some of those ships you shot down might have been my friends. Family. Colleagues. They might even have been me. And now you come to see me, asking to join us? What do you have to say for yourself? You'd better provide me with a damn good answer in the next ten seconds, comrade."