[You absolutely should link me later, but that's later. For now, she smiles, gives Gregor a saucy wink - trust your fake niece, she's got this.]

I got a plan!

[Anyway, she gestures for Gregor to stop for a moment, catch his breath, and she tries to roll words in her head. They've got a moment. A little bit of a moment, just enough for her to strike a pose and, as very persistent community theater actors round the corner?]

Why do I sit here? To escape from the pirates’ clutches, I described myself
as an orphan; and, heaven help me, I am no orphan!

[On one hand, she delivers this with gusto and enthusiasm, on the other hand, hey, why are the strange locals getting comfortable.]

Hey! We're practicing.

[...they don't seem to mind.]