As the torrent of fear gradually parts to allow a return to reality, Mina is not sure what to make of the situation at hand. She quickly wipes unsightly tears from her face, taking in a rasping breath now that she finally is able to do so. The situation has changed significantly. They are not going to be executed anymore, but they have instead been conscripted. She is still being treated as though she were a criminal, which rankles her. But the woman's words are ones that do not sound like a fate worse than death. She isn't entirely sure what people are going to order her to do, but wasn't this functionally just another form of slavery? Something that she was willing to place herself into for the small comforts that it can offer in such a cruel world?<br/><br/>So she bites upon her lip and wraps herself in the cloak, though she seems to mostly press it against her blade wound that still burns and stings with pain. She does not seem to care much about hiding her form, having lost all thought of modesty as servitude became a way of life. She follows after Malia, wondering what exactly is going on as she tries to think of anything but the pain.<strong>"I... guess so?"</strong>she softly whispers at first in response to Malia's questioning tone, before squeaking out with a forced smile on her face through the pain:<strong>"I told you everything would work out just fine!"</strong><br/><br/>