When she was prodded at, Rachel didn't really give much of a reaction. Only a slow turn to what touched her, then her eyes shot up to see Bromann looking at her. [color=beige]"Oh. Well, I guess of course."[/color] She uttered gently, barely recognizing him as the man whose spirit endured through the entire ride. Her face was a seemingly permanent look of neutrality backed by the subtle dark circles under her eyes, and it didn't change upon seeing him outside of her added wariness. She merely listened as he talked and without rush, she took the stone that she was examining, stuffing it inside one of the pouches under her cloak. As her arm brushed under it, there was a brief glimpse of a dark wooden hilt hoisted alongside the rest of her possessions, all hidden from view. 

She then turned to find Bromann's hand reached out in front of her and froze completely for a moment. Her vacant eyes was locked in place for what felt like a minute, then finally she blinked and readjusted herself, nodding with a quick stilted smile and declining the offer with a wave. [color=beige]"The way you speak of money... It eludes me completely. I didn't come here of my own volition, let alone be paid. I don't even know why I'm here, so I'm afraid I wouldn't be very helpful for that."[/color] For a moment, she spaced out and her mouth cracked between a smile and a fearful frown before settling on the former. [color=beige]"But... I can try to provide what was needed of me and help either way. And if I do get, um, compensated by the end of this, I wouldn't mind giving most of mine to you[s]---[/s][i]if [/i]you need it of course. My way of life does not need gold to carry on."[/color]