She merely gives you a look of indignation and exclaims, "Cease your prattling. I will answer your questions in due time. As for trust, I expect nothing of you, but I suspect that you would believe me over, say, the regiment of guards that just arrived downstairs?" As she stops to speak, the cacophony of dishes shattering and the shouts of patrons from the floor below seem to confirm her claim. Turning back to you, she says, "The choice is yours. I would hear from the rest of your companions, though. What say you to my proposal?"