Nesah looked at her, surprised. "Well, you don't seem like you have a husband." What husband would let his wife do crazy things like sitting on roofs and talking revolution and publishing? "And since you've clearly received.... some education," - the misapplication of that in Nesah's view was not the topic of their current conversation - "I take it you're not a pauper... So yes, I would think that." She folded her arms.