She sent him a sly look, grinning briefly. "Or embroidered on your tunic somewhere at the bottom." He and Isabela would match if she ever got that 'Felicitate Me' on hers. She tried to suppress her smirk at the thought.

"I went almost three years without a job. Can you imagine? And I still wanted to work." But odd jobs are odd jobs and she'd do them anyway. It was exciting to be in the thick of things, made her blood boil when she fought or when she was defending her home. And it gave her a much needed advantage over everything else. She was a little like Varric at heart, always wanting to keep her eyes on what was going on. She did it for her family, though, not for gold.

She laughed. "'Come pull up a rock, Cullen, I'm about to beat myself at cards.' Yes, I can see it now." Her head tilted to the side and she watched him, smile still there despite his tone. If she didn't deal with problems, someone less capable would, and she'd just blame herself for their misfortune. "Like a place called the 'Gallows', hm?" But she relented, nodding. "I'll be careful. There are good people in that mine. I don't want anything to happen to them."