Mafyyil overhears this and is slightly irritated the barbarian in charge keeps referring to her as "Fyedlet". She's very well educated (at least when it comes to poetry) and knows that word in three different languages: depending on the planet you're on, it can be an antiquated term for anti-freeze mixture, a rude comment about a girl's bottom or a poetic reference to a brick wall. Unfortunately, she has no idea which of these languages (or maybe an entirely different one?) Sasha speaks. Mafyyil doesn't bother asking either, she just chalks it up to barbarian manners. And also, she's way too enthusiastic to be included in a real mission!

"Ohhh, can I also get a uniform?" is the first thing she asks. She barely keeps herself from jumping up and down. "I can carry stuff and shoot people and recite the appropriate poems for the occasion!"