There is a moment of frozen hesitation, not unlike the look of a marmot that has just learned it's on a chocobo racetrack. She has never been to any of these sites and has no idea what to expect. She's not even sure how she's going to get there in time to join the fight, not being attuned to any aetheryte even remotely close.

But... there's no chance greater than this. A certain empire has more than a few things to answer for. Her expression becomes something fiercer, and she gives her new mentor a determined nod.

"I'm always ready to fight off some Garleans!"