Having exploited the Lord Mayor's natural loquaciousness to take a long draw off her goblet, Brin nearly chokes when she hears that, indeed, all her requests had been granted. Plus expenses!

She coughs into her napkin--well, probably her napkin. It was a handy napkin, at least, and wasn't anyone's sleeve, which is the important part--before echoing Naya's sentiments. "Yes! I'd be...uh...honored to accept the mission! We can leave in the morning!"

Hopefully not too early in the morning, though. Proper digestion requires time, after all.