The frog eyed the offered hand warily for a moment, absorbing everything that it was hearing and observing from the lot of Unionites before it gingerly reached out to grasp the human's hand.

'Equal terms' was something it appreciated-- after all, they weren't tools or 'slaves' as some termed it. They were sentient beings as well.

It was good to be recognized.

You'll get no help or hindrance from me, it grumbled, but the Boss isn't as likely to listen to pretty speeches, or give you a chance to talk.