Jacee raised an eyebrow at him, "Uh huh." She was dismissive towards his agreeable demeanor, not having forgotten that he'd been willing to take her onto his ship with a tranq gun.<br/><br/>She had to chuckle a little bit as she thought back to her brief skirmish. The men her aunt sent after her were hardly trained. Most of them had never even actually seen a real fight. Armed or not, they probably had orders not to rough her up too badly-- no one would want to marry a woman with bullet wounds. Pair that with her aristocratic background, and they really weren't expecting her to fight back. One small women against three men would have been unheard of where she was from.<br/><br/>Jacee scoffed a little. Those hired hands were way too soft. They'd never catch her, and that was just fine.<br/><br/>She took a right as Heck directed, guard back up where it belonged. She may have had plans to seduce the dear captain into oblivion, but her rare show of honesty meant she'd need to ensure that there was no questioning that her freedom was non-negotiable. Jacee would not be returning to the estate for any reason, under any circumstance.<br/><br/>"So then," She said cheerfully, "when do I get to meet the rest of your lovely crew?"<br/>She suddenly had the feeling that this was going to be a long two weeks.