[Miriam shrugs, deceptively casual. Someone like her needs to have friends in case of a pinch. And she likes Warrick. He's smart and got quick fingers. Who knows when that might come in handy?] Depends. But let's just say the gods make shit go down and I find myself needing a hand. Maybe you help me first.

[She blinks up at him. It's too late to pretend she's helpless, but there are other games.]

That'd be fair, wouldn't it?