[Triela's stuck grimacing, too, mirroring Merodach's expression for different reasons: she's sheepish, but she doesn't think she's in the wrong. Anyone who'd just been abducted would utilize what combative training they had in order to keep themselves safe, right? Right...]

Yeah, sorry... [Trying to be gracious, she slings the shotgun's strap over her shoulder so that her hands are free, and holds them up, now empty and harmless. (Not really. She's skilled at hand-to-hand, too. But it's the gesture that counts, she hopes.)] I wasn't going to shoot you. I just thought...

[Here she trails off, admittedly awkward, unsure of how to explain herself without coming across as a total weirdo. More of a total weirdo. Though something seems up with this guy, too. Triela's never seen anybody like him before.

She shakes her head.]

Look, you don't know where we are, right? Are you like me?