She's never been quite sure why she even bothered to help him. It had been a risk on her own life, one that later did repay itself in some kind. But she had never foreseen the loss of her arm, so she hadn't saved him for that. It was curiosity she supposes. He had disobeyed an order, let a rebel escape, someone he had no connection to. That intrigued her. If anything it was worth saving him just to find out why he had done it.

She slips off the table as he stands, landing lightly one her feet before leaning a hip against it. There's a smirk playing on her mouth even as she casually waves a hand, a clear dismissal.

"Yes, yes, off you go. You can fix my arm at a later date, I've already grown tired enough of looking at you ugly face. Anymore and I might have to blind my other eye."

But when he does turn away he can expect a chair to be thrown at him, the one Mindfang previously occupied, aimed directly at his head. The troll in question however is acting completely casual if her turns back around, inspecting her claws innocently]