I think I'd like to know why.

[ Stella crossed her arms loosely, a thoughtful gesture rather than a defensive one, not quite looking at him as she continued speaking. ]

Whomever or whatever brought us here has clearly gone to a bit of trouble to bring us alive and unharmed. We're given leave to move about the city. I can't say I've encountered any hostility, as such.

[ At least, not anything other than the sort of casual hostility one encountered every day in a city like this.

But there was something — something about this place that made her feel uneasy, on edge, and she didn't like not knowing what. Stella had never liked not having the answers; it gave her a feeling of being out of control of the situation that sat poorly with her. She paused, let out a breath, almost but not quite a sigh. ]

Still, something doesn't feel right.

[ There was a pause, and then a little, brief smile as she looked back up to him, realizing she hadn't introduced herself. If nothing else, it would help to have a name to match with his face. She extended one of her hands to him. ]

Stella Gibson.