"Meaning you've contacted... the Agrii?" Rukia asks, hazarding a guess. As a newly arrived stranger, she supposes it can't be helped that everything is being explained in broad strokes, but still the frustration grates. Weird alien tech thing doesn't get her any closer to an answer about motivation, about the strength of her captors—
—though it does carry a degree of acceptance. One that Rukia's not willing to adopt just yet.
Noting the stranger's glance towards her sword, Rukia silently releases her hold, having increased her confidence that whatever their true motivation might be, a direct attack probably isn't on the top of their agenda. She rustles around in her pockets, unearthing the device she found upon her arrival. It looks not unlike one of the cell phones she'd grown accustomed to in the Living World, though she hasn't taken much time yet to play around with the device. (She'd found cell phones to be quite the headache.)
"Can't help but feel like everything is set up to make pawns of arrivals," Rukia mutters, turning the device over in her hands.
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—though it does carry a degree of acceptance. One that Rukia's not willing to adopt just yet.
Noting the stranger's glance towards her sword, Rukia silently releases her hold, having increased her confidence that whatever their true motivation might be, a direct attack probably isn't on the top of their agenda. She rustles around in her pockets, unearthing the device she found upon her arrival. It looks not unlike one of the cell phones she'd grown accustomed to in the Living World, though she hasn't taken much time yet to play around with the device. (She'd found cell phones to be quite the headache.)
"Can't help but feel like everything is set up to make pawns of arrivals," Rukia mutters, turning the device over in her hands.