If Raven was the one supervising the current discussion, she doubts it'd be very fruitful. It'd probably prove more frustrating for her friend, if anything. She's not necessarily the most detached person in the room, and she's often a hothead, letting her own opinions step forth like a blast from a bomb.

She's not the type to sit around in diplomatic situations and discuss. Raven's often at the end of that particular process, enacting upon the decision. She's not the brains and the mouth of a diplomatic discussion, but she knows she's the hands.

"If I don't, I'll learn," she says, shrugging her shoulder. He may doubt her capabilities, and she may join him in such an action, but she knows she can do anything she sets her mind to. The stakes are high; she doesn't hear anyone else offering to try and fix a fraying rope or find an alternative. "If I can make a bomb out of the wreckage of a dropship, I think I can handle a simple bow and arrow."

She smiles, "Maybe even give it a little boom of an upgrade."