The bandit sat with her head lowered, offering no resistance to the ropes binding her. The signs of depression were painted all across her face, along with a hint of pain from her leg wound. There was a delay of a few seconds after Gallus' question before she looked up at him. "Does it really matter? I know it looked like you had a lot of supplies, and at least one or two of you are apparently werewolves or something." 

The woman paused a moment, her gaze drifting towards the bodies of her dead allies. Tears started to form within her eyes before she closed them and looked to the ground. "Nothing matters anymore."