Briefly. [Not enough for her to trust or distrust him. Enough for her to be curious about him, though, to find it worthwhile to preserve his life and welfare beyond their shared duty to the Nest.]

I have an accord with... 'my Sith'. [She doubts Kylo Ren would appreciate the moniker, so of course she uses it.] We fought and I won, and made it clear what I would and wouldn't tolerate.

[She looks down at the body coiled on the floor. Strange, she thinks, he seemed annoyed, perhaps even disgusted by the concept of Sith before. But then, perhaps he hadn't understood her meaning. It doesn't matter. She looks back to Lupin.] I suggest you set your terms.