Instead of meeting his answer with a scoff, sympathy--no, empathy--flickered across her gaze and Mira spared the other a small smile. "I see. If you ever do grow comfortable enough to share the information with me, I can tell Klaus who to exclude from his hunt. He's not in town often, but when he is he's...not quite like the rest of us." She left it at that before returning to business, her gaze growing cool and the smile fading into a formal, serious frown. 

"Anyway," she started, not giving Mithias a chance to respond to her offer; she rather give him the time he needed to mull it over, "yes, I sent the letter. The rogue issue is growing in this city, and I rather see them taken cared of before joining the Blackmoores or causing us trouble. You'll be free to help yourself to our resources as needed while on the job, of course. And I'm willing to pay after, in whatever you wish: be it money or blood or the like."