( all she could do to his comment was tilt her head to the side as her wide eyes observed him quietly. she had no true opinions or thoughts on him just yet, far beyond what she saw and took from the time they danced together. whatever he had lurking in his mind was his to keep—

but there was always a strange energy or vibe to him. she wasn't sure what to make of it. )

To keep us placated? This place has us proving our worlds are worthy of being saved and yet I have yet to see a prison or a detainment center for when the 'guests' step out of line. Makes you wonder....

( she wasn't fully aware of it yet, but good and bad were truly just loose terms here. )