She's quiet for a long moment, several of her own thoughts clicking through like the beads on a counting frame. First, that he has no idea what a formal suit for her hand means; second, that he does not begin to realize the faith she's put in him; third, she finds she doesn't care, as long as he keeps putting one foot in front of the other. She must have faith in her own heart.

When she speaks, her voice is quieter, more solemn. "If you want to come to Helium, then yes. You will need to take the Voice of Barsoom."