"Hey, I'm just saying. It's the most inefficient way they could have done this." She returns to slurping up the rest of the soup, grumbling in between swallows. "'Hey, we're in a jam. Let's kidnap random individuals who might or might not know anything about our situation, take them away from their tools and their team members, and hope they can fix things for us!'" The last gulp goes down.

"Wouldn't it be much more intuitive to, I don't know, research the people you want to help you, bring a whole group of professional... world-restorers together, and give them the job?" The spoon clatters in the empty bowl as she sits back. "I mean, I'm not an expert in psychology, but it seems like a pretty shallow pretense, if you ask me."

Phantom Girl crosses her arms and nods.

"...They're totally selling us to Talokian slave traders."