Hushed Willows eyes on the road.

Focus on... good at... were they not the same things? She'd focus on the things she was good at, and fighting was one of those things. "If that's what you need," she says, her gaze staying forward. "Well, then a spy sounds like a safe addition to your pack," she adds, tail swishing once behind her. "I could— focus— on that," she says, the word dry in her mouth. No need for specifications. You do what you're told, if you're not good at something don't do it— no need to waste time trying to learn something totally new when there's already someone who can do it better than you ever can. Spy work, though, was something she could do.