Yasha's tail swishes slowly back and forth, almost in the way a dog's would when on the hunt; with her suspicions raised and her weapon on her back, the ex-pirate is feeling better than she had since starting the train ride. None of that brings the big fluffy tail any closer to Celrie, but it is slightly hypnotizing. Her eyes don't leave the raccoon as the others talk to her, keeping her sighted in even without her rifle at her eye. Belying her obvious tension, she banters back to Arcea, "If it's an occasion, I'll spend an hour on just the tail. Every day, half that, call it. Worth it, though be damned if I want to drag-ass it across the snow and mud without good reason. Speakin' of," she says, "A hunt don't count, short stuff. That I'll keep standin' for. Go on and get your weapon though, it'll come in handy." Sevana gets a chuckle and a nod, simply agreeing with the other woman's observation.<br/><br/>When the raccoon comes back, Yasha hears her out, and breaks into a grin. "See! Now we're all bein' honest with each other and that's a healthy thing, and sure we don't blame you for just doing your job little thing," the squirrel croons. "It's fine, I understand the game, and yeah, I'm *that* Redtail. Yasha's better though. Less baggage on that name. Now, y'already stuck your paws deep in the latrine trench by stopping us, y'see? Bringing nobles and me and the others at bay when we're on a mission for the empress her own self, well, that's the kind of thing that gets authorities' attention and takes a girl from a harmless irritant to someone the military gets called out on, y'hear?" Yasha smiles big. "TRUST me on that one, little thing. Anyway, I'm not gonna pay anyone who can't plan something better'n this a copper in a bribe to pass through. Won't think no less of anyone who does have the cash to burn, but between you'n me, this here's either gonna go polite or impolite, and honey, you don't want to see me impolite. Yeah?" Yasha smiles, completely open and friendly, only suddenly her rifle is in her hands... but not pointed at anyone. "Now, 'course, if you're still not telling what I'd diplomatically call the whole truth, well, that'd be another way to make me stop bein' polite, yeah? Yeah." Yasha smiles, keeping eye contact with the raccoon, and adds, "Y'all without weapons may want to get back to the train. I'll mosey back that way myself. No sense givin' people this much room to get in behind us in a furball." She starts backing away.<br/><br/>((No actions yet!))