[ She sighs, averting her eyes and curling her lips in for a second. How to explain it to him in a way he might understand? She can tell just from his response that he's not a bad person, just a good-doer who follows instructions, not unlike many of the guards at the prison she's staying in (don't worry about it). ]

Okay, so? Even if it was important, do you want to risk your life for some bozos you've never met? They're treating us like expendables!

[ Huffing, she tears into her hostess cake wrapping, taking a big ol' bite of her twinkie. When she speaks next, it's with her mouth full. ]

I don't know about you, [ She waves a hand flippantly. ] But I've got some shit going on at home. People who.... need me.

[ Her eyes drop to the floor, her last words almost bashful. ]

I'm supposed to drop all that 'cuz of their [ nasally, mocking voice, ] important mission?