"Don't patronize me," she said, though she didn't sound totally venomous. "You speak to a former Eija. I used to be an Azurian soldier. An...assassin. Sort of. So watch your step." Ridahne stashed the black case and continued to squirt water into her mouth, seeming disinterested in what he had to say. She was listening, but only about halfway. Red zone. He had to be nuts. She couldn't think of any lame artifact worth trekking into that place for, especially considering what called the red zone home. Hardly human anymore, she always thought. Though she'd never seen them, she spent a lot of time in taverns or doing odd jobs with equally odd people. And that always meant stories, fish tales, and news. From what she heard, he was daft for even considering going.

"Desert expedition, huh?" Ridahne gave a snort of a laugh. "You're better off with a horse than a mech of any sort. The sand will get in everything. That's assuming you can get everything else." She was already thinking of more spicy quips to throw at him for his madness when he mentioned leaving the planet. She went still. All that moved were her wispy clothes and hair in the wind and her hard eyes were locked on him. She took a step forward, then another, her bare feet padding silently against the rock. Ridahne knelt down slowly beside him, her expression intense. 

"The last thing you want to do is to screw with me. I am better with a blade than you are with a fork. Don't you dare make promises you can't keep." Though her talk was all tough, she looked desperate, like she never wanted anything more than to believe everything he said. "I understand nothing in this world is certain, but if I'm gonna take this job, you better have a very good idea of how you plan to do this. And if you even considered cutting me out for half a second, I'd ruin you. Details. How do you plan to do this?" she kept her voice low, like she didn't want anyone else to hear.