[ The cell at the bottom of the sea is actually not a euphemism for a watery grave, as much as it might sound like one--there really is an underwater prison in her homeland where one might technically sleep among the fishes. Navia has never, would never knowingly take a human life, though she would admit that her decisions had certainly led to people's deaths, intentionally or otherwise.

Rufus obfuscates about the reason he wants this information, and she narrows her eyes at him just a touch. ]

My company isn't a commodity that needs to be bartered for. You could just ask, if that's what you really wanted.

[ The last concession she would grant him, at least, but he just doesn't seem like the kind of person who enjoys learning for the sake of it. She could be wrong--maybe he's just a self-important tool, but there's a calculating energy about him.

Finally, Navia sighs. ]

Look, maybe we got off to a bad start. If you want to talk, then let's just talk. Unless you prefer the quippy back-and-forth...