[Open] Home is where your head lies

Flea raised a brow, as he spoke, and laid out what he wanted, information, an ally. That seemed innocuous enough -- she could be an ally, she could tell him what she knew of the time before she went to sleep. That was easy enough, and she couldn't see an exact slippery slope to the idea, and then he continued. A fight against oppression against how the humans treated them. She'd be a liar if she wasn't of two minds in that moment. One specifically to run and get away, she'd see what had happened to those who stood taller than the others of them in the past, they were always hammered back down into place.

And then the other part of her mind screamed at her that she knew how to fight, and how to fight well, and it was high time that the oppression stopped, that they not be treated like shite on a boot. Her face said nothing of the inner war inside her mind in that moment. I see, and you're recruiting for this fight, I take it? She knew better than to volunteer, but if that was the cost of finding Bajie, then that was the cost.