Charming isn't the word everybody would use, but she has her fans. Yggdrasil thinks she's a riot, so does the Morrigan's warbird, and Abe had thought she was funny before he went on got himself killed. Paderau's happy with that fanclub, knows that no matter what guff comes out her mouth she's gonna do what's right at the end of the day.

Paderau offers out her hand easily. There's a little shrieking piece of her, shrill and insistent, that tells her she shouldn't, that she's already let too much danger work its way into her core. But... she trusts Dejana, that voice insists she shouldn't, but Paderau's gotten pretty damn used to going with her gut when it comes to people.

"Give it to me, baby." And Hell, irreverence is nice cover for uncertainty anyway.