Dres let out a huff of air, stepping further in so that she was beside Jackdaw, looking down at the items in her hands. "Yeah, and what's he good for if he can't calm his own crew down," she agreed. She ... respected, Varus, if that was the word for it. Not like him, nah, too outgoing for her--good for being a leader, not good for getting along with a Demon. But her job required begrudging politeness, and she allowed it. Didn't mean she wasn't allowed to gripe and criticize among others who more-or-less agreed with her on the state of affairs.