"Hmmm." Meroon hums uncertainly. Asking would be telegraphing her desire to a set of people she knows nothing about. It would be giving them ammunition to use against her.

Damn it, where's a damned rogue when you need one? The answer is probably 'hiding in the shadows'...

She stuffs more food into her mouth, just in case this is all she's able to get.

"We shall see. Perhaps they will make an offer of it at the end of the night." She's not optimistic, though.