Rapunzel snorted disdainfully in a distinctively unladylike fashion at the swashbuckler. A real sliver tongue that one, though she suspected he had precious little else in his head. Albeit with a face like that he didn't really need anything else. 'My right arm is stronger than my left arm' over looked about the same way, those less of a silver tongue and more of lead muscles. Oh well, she didn't have to like them, merely work with them. She had a feeling Dodger was going to be a constant annoyance to her. Rapunzel accepted it philosophically, there wasn't much she could do about it after all. Attempting to get him to stop would be the same as telling him he was annoying and remaining silent would simply provide him with a challenge. Catch 22, one simply took less effort than the other. Rapunzel merely nodded her head in response to James's answer and headed immediately for the kitchen. It had been a long train ride and she was hungry: time to see what grub they had. Odds were both of the men would be helpless cooks, as men usually were, so she would have to feed all of them or leave them to starve. Whatever they could eat sandwiches or something if they were truly desperate. Then she could go to sleep on a full stomach and wake up to her first mission here. That is, as long as they didn't have to wait around forever for their first assignment, that would be terribly boring.