[She is, a little at a time. She'll wait for him to finish what he's started with, before taking up the ingredients to work with. Thankfully, this is a recipe where they can trade off of each other. She'll do her part with the cornstrach and water mixture, before putting that aside and heating up the wok.

They aren't a bad team.

Still, she doesn't know what to make of him. His reason for trusting her would be a sane, practical one that she can accept. It's not a matter of feelings and yammering about honor or some sort of nonsense. Survival. That is something she can easily understand.]

It's fine. We all have matters that we can not explain easily. However...I do wonder one thing.

[Her voice becomes a low caress as she adds oil to the pan.]

Setsuna. Do you think, had we met under different circumstances, in a different world...you would have already killed me?