Joan nodded once, staring straight ahead. "Understood." Part of her desperately wished to argue with him about who would do what fighting, but decided against it. It would be more technically advantageous for someone who knew all of their tricks as well as he did to handle the main fighting. Sure, he'd taught her as much as he could about underhanded tricks, but she was better at field fighting than dueling, and they both knew it. "I'd like to avoid too much trouble first off. You can handle the leader when Lady Arabella is out of harm's way- or if they refuse to accept the ransom payment." She felt the weight on her hip and frowned. She had never been one for paying brigands to not be bad guys.<br/><br/>But if she had her thoughts in order, they'd be able to get out with the lady and the gold that the king had given her. She glanced towards Garnier and gave him a warrior's smile. "What are you staring at? Have I got something on my face?" She wrinkled her nose and snorted, sure that he was probably just staring off into space and happened to face her direction. Garnier was, by far, the only person to ever look her way for any length of time. Many people either avoided her gaze because she intimidated them, or because they were offended that a woman had taken such an honorable position among the guard.<br/><br/>That, or she was just plain unappealing as far as women went. She was the opposite of courtly in all senses of the word. She appreciated Garnier's company greatly, because he seemed to treat her simply as a brother in arms- not as some sort of feminine abomination. Part of her wondered, though, if he had ever considered her feminine at all, abomination or otherwise. She didn't quite understand the thought, but it suddenly nagged at her greatly. She didn't know what she wanted him to think of her.<br/><br/>She would settle for how he treated her now, no matter what he thought of her.