Sasha stares at Seyli without speaking for a moment, partly because she's wondering if they meant the implied criticism, and partly because she's trying to work out how they celebrate a contract. Maybe they don't, and the entire heptarchate is just that unlucky. That would explain a lot.

"If I brought you a beer and a sober-up as chaser, would you toast the success of this mission with me?" Sasha asks.