She looks at him just a touch sheepishly - she keeps forgetting that part.

"I'm Fever. Well met, César. You say the word on the sending stones, and I'll come back down to retrieve whatever I need to, should you need help with distribution."

In the back of her mind, the figments that stand in for her friends are there. And one is fuming that she's making this offer without negotiation of more payment, but she can be helpful without his input.