Senna sighs, but nods at Jo's words.  "Girl's right.  Folks're so touchy, here.  Besides, ya can't have a working team if ya ain't free ta speak yer mind.  I ain't gonna lie ta y'all, I ain't gonna bother mincin' my words.  If the band can't git past that, then it ain't meant ta be.  And we can't work together if we can't be honest with each other."<br/><br/>Mourning behind her, she shifts once more into business mode.  "Well, I guess our little minstrel doesn't need a thing.  So, soldier boy, I can fit ya in some sterner steel.  Same ninety-three, seven, five.  Ye can probably make most of it back sellin' off yer old armor farther along.  Gonna need your measurements, too, 'fore too long."