[the goggles are practically yanked off her face, and she stands up, registering cold before she re-registers the seawater soaking through to her skin. oh. right, they hadn't given her any time to dry off with their pointless presentation, and the last thing she can recall before this confusion was being cast into the ocean again...

and they took all her weapons. that still leaves her feeling wrong, but at least she has her own dark clothing back, more suited for fighting and travelling than the dress had been.

Mars coming in makes her jump slightly in surprise, but she's listening closely.]

You have my gratitude for helping me get out, at any rate. Though I don't much like the idea of being imprisoned in one of their trials, this one at least had the benefit of being able to meet you. Or should I say remeet?