Her posture isn't an angry one, at the moment. It's more curious, perhaps, more so than the apathy of her first arrival. Certainly that would die away over time, and sobriety would play its part in that. But for now, she was comfortable enough to wonder about their circumstances.

When she stopped wondering? That would be when the real trouble began.

"Yeah, I heard. Two villages, right? And the other's got people like us in it, as well?" Or maybe not. She'd only really garnered bits and pieces of information, thus far.