It was always rather impressive to listen to Altair speak; although she suspected what he would do, she very nearly believed him. Which was, she supposed, his greatest asset. Afraid of fireworks, indeed. She schooled her face to a pleasant, earnest expression. Hopefully, they could all get out of this clean - metaphorically, if not literally. "Yes," she agreed; although her powers of persuasion were merely byproducts of stagecraft, she imagined it could not hurt to play along. She had no idea whether the other two would. "We were quite fortunate to run into you, really; now that I think on it, we'll be better off together. You wouldn't want to carry your friend alone, would you? He must be quite heavy. We can all help each other."