Oh, Ethan, you exude 'not to be trusted,' but at least Zorya finds this intensely familiar. She exhales and stretches her arms up above her head (tablet picture going temporarily a bit odd), with a languid little noise, as though this ain't no thing and she's very idly contemplating whether she really needs the help.

"Having thought about it," she says, drawing the tablet closer again, "I do have a knack for the persuasion. What's your currency, kind stranger? All I've got is my gratitude, but I am damn charming. More so in person, though."