Jamilee sounds off with a loud and raspy "Present!" when her name is called out. She begins undoing her mount's saddlebags, casting a snarl-grin at the people already inside the wagon. "If you all do not mind keeping my saddlebags and shield company for a while, mh.. I won't mind pulling an early shift as an outrider of sorts, hah."
She looks momentary uncertain, stops unbuckling belts, and turns toward Hans. Half to herself and half to him, she mutters, "..unless our employer has different ideas, perhaps?"