She will probably not get a paying gig from Gaius, but he just absently turns the little rectangle around in his hands in lieu of giving it back.

"If you'll get something specifically horse-like," is a bit more optimistic. This is nice, it's like he's capable of carrying on banter and conversation like a normal functioning human being -- he vaguely remembers doing that sometimes. "It's shockingly not outside the realms of possibility, though. I was amazed to run into something normal."

Because fighter space jets that run on science fiction fuel is his normal, and has been for a long time even before they all became galactic refugees in a military fleet.