[Her hum of reply is considering as Fitcher measures something in her head. Loxley's affable nature versus what she judges from distance to be a habit for—what? Independence. Something like that, maybe. Or maybe she is doing an entirely different sort of mental calculus, for what she eventually says is—]

I had a similar arrangement made on my behalf and I've no complaints.

[More or less.]

I'm sure he'll be a good sport about the whole thing.