Sasha smiles, the right corner of her mouth twisting higher than the left. "One can usually propose an alternative toast... Hells. Look. I'm about to take a team that's designed not to work on an unauthorized mission to the wrong side of a warzone right before a major battle. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted no part of that. And I think, unlike me, you have a choice. So. If you want to go, I'll help you figure out how to transfer. But if you stay, I need to know I can rely on you. Not just that you will do what I ask--I have to trust that you will tell me what I should have asked."