Oh she's familiar with elves, Zevran. Maybe not your exact kind, but not being what she is doesn't really make a whole lot of difference. He's just as stuck here as she is, chances are.

"So no tasks to curry favor, no..." She gestures idly with a well-toned arm. "Rounding up random people and making them fight for a good show? They've got to want something out of us."

People banding together to survive is easy enough to understand. But she also understands those people aren't the ones who pulled her here. Maybe they're all in the dark here. It doesn't matter in the long run. She'll do whatever she has to to survive.

If that means playing nice for a while, sure. She can do that too.