[ She nods, momentarily distracted by the fact that the oysters seem to be displayed on a bed of diamonds. Surely they can't be real diamonds - that's a level of excess beyond what she had previously thought. ]

Not just wealthy but so advanced that they can somehow bring us here from such a variety of different places. [ Without assistance or permission. ] They seem a powerful enemy.

[ It's somewhat surreal to make that acknowledgement after everything that has happened today. His hand seems to tighten around hers for a moment and she can't be certain if it's intentional or not but she impulsively gives his hand an answering squeeze, a rallying cry in tactile form. When she lets go, it's so she can take a plate and pluck some fruit and slices of bread and cheese from the buffet. Having a powerful enemy is an excellent reason to want to keep her strength up; they are at a disadvantage here and no amount of decadence distracts from that thought.

(Even if she does slyly snag the last exquisitely decorated tiny cake from a dish spotted with flecks of gold. It looks like the perfect mouthful.) ]

I have the impression that you would be useful if we needed to fight our way out of this place.