We go places when they decide we go places. That's about what Cal had told her, and it doesn't make her any happier to hear it the second time around, judging by the way her expression visibly sours. She doesn't like having her will thwarted, probably because she has considerable will.

Still, she'd been hoping that the Agrii would... ugh, allow them to travel often, and to many different places, but it sounds like she'll just have to wait and see.

"Yes, so it seems," she says dryly, if not a little bitterly. She's really not looking forward to being thrown around, as he says—well, she supposes she already has, just by being here. After a pause, she voices the thought, adding, "I do not enjoy being... thrown around."