The Queen's 'Blag!'

My friends know me as a someone to lean on; the strong one who will be there when they are weak; the level-headed girl who can be relied on to look for solutions to life's problems. Someone even compared me to the queen of chess pawns, able to hop anywhere in the board of moral ambiguity, the last one standing when everyone has surrendered, the strongest pawn of the game.

But when that strongest piece needs help, who can she turn to?