"Technicalities." And she cannot be anything but slightly pleased that Red is taking advantage of the semantics of their agreement. She'll have to be more specific in the future.

"Check in with me when you arrive? The roads are safer now that the Inquisition has settled in that area properly but- people would go missing often, in the Mire. Be careful." She would hate to lose her assistant so quickly. "And ask the quartermaster for a few bottles of Antivan fire. The undead burn well."