She goes abruptly very still, for what would be the space of half a breath if her breath weren't frozen in her throat. Then turns to face him, folding her hands in front of her.

(He's nearly a foot taller than her. It's possibly the least intimidating thing about him, and in these close quarters it's suddenly the one she feels most sharply.)

"I have been thinking over something you said at the game, last month. You called us ingrates." Calm, steady, polite, calm. "I don't know whether you meant it generally or with regard to that specific instance, but ... speaking generally, is our gratitude something you want?"