"You can have mine too," Phoenix offered, glancing distastefully at his pile of clean clothes. Elowen huffed, crossing her arms across her stomach. "Besides, I can do more than sweet talk, thank you very much. My particular set of skills happens to include pickpocketing, gambling, a bit of martial arts, being smart, and yes, sweet talking. Not to mention a decent shot with a pistol. Don't diminish what I'm capable of, sugar."
"It's not about a sense of adventure," Elowen interjected to Shea, her pale brows furrowing in anger. "It's about a sense of self preservation, which none of you seem to have! If we ride this out, then we go into the world as normal citizens, because unlike the lot of you, I find it better to do my not entirely legal dealings secretly! If you had one single brain cell between all of you, you would see that." She tilted her head towards Mary. "Only she has any sense, knowing that thinking of something better and staying here, at least for now, if not until they let us go."
"I say we let Embers start a fire and make a break for it," Phoenix added in, glancing at the boy in question. "With her stuff, you can do it, can't you?" He looked around at their small group. "And then we can attack the guards right there. We get the two of us guns, and the two of us can lead the charge. Sound better?" He directed this last question at Shea, raising an eyebrow. If the two of them had guns, they could be the protection for the others, or possibly a distraction if needed. Elowen made no further comment, clearly aggravated.