"I'm not very hungry." One of the first words she's spoken since she arrived, blinking slowly as she takes the bowl back. It makes her stomach hurt just to look at it, mouth turned down in mild distaste.

"It's all a bit...much."

Because how else is she supposed to describe it? It's just...much. Ruka casts a look around, studying the huddled figures stoically. "There's a few of us, but no one seems really surprised we're here." The villagers, she means. They'd provided communication devices for them and everything. Why did it seem so prepared?