Dresden didn't need to be told to follow, she did anyone. Jackdaw was ... interesting. Dresden's kind of person, friendly enough to make a little chat but not friendly enough to really expect any kind of friendship out of it. Far too many people took basic manners as an invitation into a life, which just wasn't how the Demon operated. Jackdaw took things as they really were.

"Maybe the Fed's got a new mission for us--go kill a buncha bad guys, save a buncha princesses, maybe get smoothies after," she quipped lightly, half serious. The tailed girl wasn't much for missions--or, at least was ambivalent to them. Sometimes worried a bit over the ship, been patching her up long enough to be a smidge attached, but usual the Dawn didn't need to go near the action, so she didn't need to worry over it much.

Were she a better person, she'd at least lie long enough to say she'd be sorry if someone on this boat got hurt--and maybe she would be, just a bit. They weren't bad people, after all, at least not for the most part, and Dresden does think that everyone (maybe even Jack sometimes) has to feel at least some bit of sorrow when a life is lost. It's a precious thing, after all, and Dresden, though she didn't have a real religion, was a decently spiritual person. She wasn't one to go around preaching the sanctity of life, wasn't going to start a hippie rally against violence, but most everyone has something to offer, did something with their time or had the potential to. No life should be lost without at least a drop of sorrow being tossed out there to mourn it.