"What Sir Handy means to ask..." Crimson piped up, wearing her more usual dispassionate expression and tone of voice from before Handy had discovered her true identity. Handy looked at her. She spared him a sideways glance before continuing, "is how can we be expected to see being held as prisoners, abused, and then treated as if we were criminals as gratitude?" The doe flicked an ear in annoyance.