Himeka purses her lips in a slight pout, but otherwise waits quietly. Disparaging the actions of the Scions is rather on point for him, so she supposes there can be something to be thankful in that.

"As much as I'd like to prove how inelegant I can be, I don't think there's much of an opportunity for that right now."

She turns her gaze out towards the room at large, watching other captives sit in quiet contemplation, others rightfully bemoaning their circumstances. The guards seem mostly uninterested as long as no one causes too much trouble.

Emet-Selch could cause trouble. He could cause an inordinate amount of trouble should he choose to. That he hasn't...that he look as he does now in the body of the late Garlean Emperor...there a few conclusions she can draw.

"I think you're like me right now. You're stuck." A beat. "Is that right?"