"I—" She flushed bright pink and looked down at the ground. "My father always said you should never make yourself indispensible," she said with a weak laugh. "But I always had a spotty track record of following Win Pollard's advice. Thank you. Really. For that, and for speaking up back there and telling us all to pull up our socks and do something. 'Cause we would've, you know, just sat and kept blathering. And for all that I'm a total organization fetishist, I'm one of the worst blatherers." She gave him a lopsided smile. "And I'll try to stop giving the Master the satisfaction of getting up my nose."