Kisara couldn't roll her eyes hard enough. Part of her, and it wasn't a small part, wanted to smack the bitch sillier than she already was. But the only way to convince someone you weren't as bad as someone else was to show it. Gods dammit.<br/><br/>"I would think the fact that I am one of you," she tapped the center of her forehead, "might help, but as you wish it." She turned a smile to the former prisoners, moving to help one of the men who seemed to be having trouble walking.<br/><br/>"It is nice to meet you, Zavros," she said, tucking the man's arm around her shoulders and using herself as a crutch for him. "Let me know if you need a rest, grandfather." Her eyes flickered to the others. "I am Mnemon Kisara, as you heard. But the folks on the ship know me as V'neef Lisana." She gave the other woman a hard little smile. "I have been trying to lose a wild hunt, you see, and they know who Mnemon Kisara is."