SpoilerPresumably still keeping everybody tied up, yes?
Tessalonika's face seems unnaturally composed for someone contemplating their own mortality. She answers Walker, "You can't ransom any of us, none's high-born or high-placed enough to be worth anything to anybody. A trial? By whom? By the victors of a battle? PFF. Summary execution at dawn? Madre and Mr Professional there look like they miiiiiiiiight be up for it, but all o' y'all don't have the looks of cold-blooded killers. Enslave us? Feel free ta correck me, ye don't seem it."
She gives Vasili a slow smirk and says, "HAH, another occasion. Another occasion... another occasion..." Her words echo themselves, drifting into mumbling and shadows like the cold night breeze.
She sighs, forces a smile and says, "Loosen these bonds. Let us eat and drink some dinner. Nobody here's a circus contortionist t'be able ta sup using just their feet, tha's fer sure. And then, you'll get your tale, comrade Kohzek."