She understands in the theoretical sense. She's been told that the men who don't care for themselves the way others do also happen to be the men who make the best soldiers, because there's little they won't do for the people they've thrown their loyalty to.

It takes her a moment to switch back to hands. She's done her best, and her best is very good, but there's no denying that BSL is a language she learned as an adult.

/No./

And that's all she says for a moment, just that simple sign.

/Will the cigarette give you what you need?/

That comes after a moment, the words as carefully chosen as if she spoke them out loud.