He stands, very slowly, like he's calculating each motion in his head before he makes it.

...even for her, confused as she is, it's hard not to be a little sympathetic.

"Neither of us is going to hurt you."

That one gets an honest-to-god facial expression.

It's pretty clearly 'how stupid do you think I am?'

"...we're the only people on the–"

She's not going to get anywhere like this, is she.

"Follow me."

She proceeds down the path and towards the exit.

He follows her, at a careful distance.

The man drops the shears on a shelf and brings up the rear.

When they exit the greenhouse, they step onto a large deck.

They're surrounded for miles by water. There's no land visible at all.

He moves to stand with his back to the wall, so he can watch both of them at once and no one can approach him from behind.

Dorothy opens a hatch in the deck, and climbs halfway down before she motions for them to follow.

If he can get away with going last, he will.

Kyou eyes him warily, but allows it.

Good.

Then he will follow. Keeping his distance.

He’s lead down a short hall, around a turn, and into a simple and practical dining room. The kitchen is visible through a pair of swinging doors.

Dorothy sits at one of two tables, and Kyou follows her — she motions for Jean to sit as well.

He sits.

“...I can’t force you to tell me anything. But I would like to clear this up quickly. You are not the merfolk population of the Hashimoto Triangle.”

"I am a French citizen."

“Good for you. I’m an American citizen.”

"Say 'lollapalooza.'"

“Lollapalooza—”

“—excuse me?”

He doesn't answer, but he's maybe, marginally, relaxed.

Well if we’re done with casual racism hour.

“How did you get here.”

"Jean Dulac. Civilian."

“Really.”

He's still not much for facial expressions. Impatience? Maybe.