Phon Vos lets most of the conversation roll off her shoulders. There is time for more discussion at camp, after the captured and the wounded are seen to. Despite her injuries that scream as she stands up from crouching, she does not mentally group herself with the wounded.
Clearing her throat, she addresses the undine workers in a dry voice. "Thank you. I'll take some of that water." After a long drink, she says, "Much better. Can you lead us out of here again?"
The workers nod.