I am an immortal queen on my planet. I choose to inhabit this mortal flesh prison.

[ She is one hundred percent lying. Which isn't even really necessary, given she's part of a crew that saved a god damn planet from a megalomaniac and aliens and flesh-eating bandits, but Tina has standards for her stage presence. ]

Good sir, how am I to lead this valiant steed if I can't use the ding-dang reins?

[ This is as close as Tina gets to asking for help. Something about his accent and getup make her vaguely homesick which makes her feel vaguely safe. ]