She glanced at him when he said the thing about trying to stop people from getting that far. "Me too," she said with a shrug, though there was a hint of grudging respect in her eyes, because Kaylin Neya can't keep a *** thought off of her face. "I said something like that to Red once." She was 14 for crying out loud. "He pointed out that if he can figure out how someone one died in time, we can find the killer and keep anyone else from winding up on a slab." She liked Red, oddly enough, though she had thought him a monster at first. But it was like they said in the fiefs, the dead don't care.

"Enlisted?" she asked with a frown, she knew the word; but it made no sense in this context. "If you want a job for money, be a merchant," she said, the sneer on her face at the word merchant was priceless. She ranked merchants somewhere near where she ranked magic. A thing she hated but sometimes was forced to admit the necessity or use of. She still hated both. Of course, between how little money she ever had to spend, and what her job was, most of her interactions with merchants - like most of her interactions with larger magics - involved a crime.

"Jobs like medics and Hawks are done because they need to be done. Or, if you're like Teela, because you're bored and ran out of siblings to murder," she muttered under her breath.