It can always be worse, [she adds dryly.] They could be hostile. Taken us prisoner, confiscated our belongings and weapons. They could've not provided refreshment or food.

[A sigh, and the soldier glances over. A little tension drains out of her shoulders, and she habitually clasps her hands behind her back at ease.]

Granted, there's still much we don't know about our predicament, but those are just off the top of my head. They could be lying, but I did not sense any ill-will. [Yet. Somehow. Despite the invasive questioning.]