Mikeela fidgeted a little bit...she was still getting used to being treated...well, as a trusted adventurer, and not furry vermin. She would have accepted the off immediately just because of the thrill of being trusted, but she's smart enough to defer to Kiorus in this. Or at least willing to simply because he is willing to negotiate whereas she was not. She adjusted the various bottles, pouches, and other accouterments on her person, the short rodentgirl carrying quite a bit of odd (and as experience has shown dangerous) things. It kept her mind off her nervousness in any case, ironically enough; she'd rather deal with dangerous chemicals then social engagements.