[ zita pauses, as if she never considered something.

which is true, now that she thinks about it- she hadn't thought about why the mercenaries were attacking the ships, what would drive some people to do the things they do.

perhaps she should think of them a bit more generously. it's the least she can do. ]

One thing at a time, unfortunately. Long as we're here, we'll do what we can but we should do our best to not stretch ourselves too thin since we're a small gathering now.

[ there's a hint of sorrow from her now. ] Ah- Is it alright if I ask you a question, Molly?