The harsh sound echoed as Arturia slapped her palm to her face, dragging it down gradually until it fell off of her chin. Her smile then had been replaced with a dry annoyance and she glared daggers at the abrasive zombie man. "I really promised myself I was gonna stop insulting you, or at least try. But you make a lotta threats, and honestly I don't think you can back 'em up." She kept poised, physically relaxed but mentally ready in case he sought to test her then, to cut her off.
"But it's not for me. I don't need a bodyguard. There's a girl," she stated, raising her hand. In it, through a similar dark fog she conjured an image, the face of a blonde, sullen-faced woman with a scar over her right eye. "Do you recognise this hero? An...acquaintance, you could say. She lives dangerously but she's not the brightest so not super keen on necessary precautions. You'll fit like a glove. I want you to follow her, and...help her out a bit. Keep her from dying too young. I assure you, you'll be well-fed and, if you like, well-paid. Other benefits eligible if you remain long enough and do a good enough job.
She closed her hand and the image faded. "Afraid that's all I can give out for free. So...?"