[ well, at least no one's saying an outright "no", so far. the young woman's uncertainty relaxes fliss, oddly enough, instantly creating a sense of kinship in the vein of both not really knowing what to do or how to proceed. ]

I had considered they'd been taken by someone with authority or rights to them, [ she begins, carefully, ] Though it seems that no such specific individuals are present here.

[ again, fliss' gaze flickers over what looks like a durable, well-kept pair of daggers lain across a table filled with all manner of sharp objects. none of them are made in a style or fashion recognisable to her, but they look as though they would serve the necessary purposes well enough. she moves in that direction, hoping that her interest in them does not make her appear as a threat; she can't help the wistful note that enters her tone as she inspects the daggers more closely, picking one up to investigate the weight and balance of it in her palm. ]

I would feel safer in an unknown place such as this with something at my side.