Rika had remained silent throughout the encounter, not sure as to what to make of the man. She had spaced out, thus he was able to get to them without her noticing. It was obvious that she didn't trust him at all, though he was dressed and acted like someone in charge, though that could be because he thought he held the upper hand at the moment. If needed, she held no qualms about fixing that mistaken belief. Hers wasn't a species to be underestimated. She keeps he hands at her sides, clenching and unclenching her fists, ready to pull out her rods if needed.

As for the revelations about Masada, she just filed them away for later. It was sad, but for now, it wasn't the time to offer condolences. After they got out of this situation, then she would take care of that.

When the man, now identified as Anton, offered to make some arrangements for Masada, she was mildly intrigued, wondering what the Anton's game was.

<Wew. Well, one post and I gotta go>