The smile disappears, her eyes narrowing at that. He might've meant it in something of the way of comfort, but she looks distinctly suspicious about it before reluctantly admitting to herself that it's not like he's wrong. But it's not as though she's ever had anyone before to rely on or commiserate with, so it feels strange to think that suddenly there's a whole mass of people who've also been tossed into this mess.

She takes the chocolate and stares at it a moment before moving to go toss it into the nearest trash can. That's what she thinks of your offerings, kids. Fuck it. In the garbage where it belongs.

"Of course there is." A reason, she means. "They're not going to kidnap us and brand us for fun." She looks down at the mark and rubs her free hand over it, frowning as it of course remains stuck onto her skin.

"I guess you're not wrong though. We're in this together, for better or worse. Unfortunately. So annoying... There's probably something we can do that they need." She sure as hell knows it can't be something they have material-wise in common. She figures her camera might be worth something, but she doubts that's the main reason she'd be kidnapped from her own world.

Oh. "That reminds me. What's a cultivator?"