"Well that all depends on what they're in trouble for." She said, nodding to the chairs, settling herself in one of them once again. Much like her father she rarely sat anywhere, she either sprawled like a contented housecat, or perched like some sort of bird of prey. At the moment, it was perching, "Unless they've been very bad, they only rarely get stabbed in anything vital."
She was mostly kidding about this. But only mostly.
"I'm Petit, I'm not sure if Zevran would have gotten around to calling me by name, sometimes I'm not entirely sure if he actually remembers it."