[ even courier can't help but crack a wider smile, even provide a little snicker. the situation is, unfortunately out of their hands! anyone who has attempted to fight back has been reined in--- literally, with some kind of tool that essentially pacifies whoever gets targeted. he would know how it feels: they were controlled with them before. and in times where one has barely any information and a situation cannot be read?

the only plausible thing to do here is to... sit. sleep in a bedroll. eat some rations. call it a day. rinse and repeat. ]

Those are good questions!

[ as he decides to join makoto by taking his own cross legged position, he raises a hand to rub his chin. ]

Well, I think I can answer those questions... most of them. [ he continues to beam at his newfound friend. ] We're not from here, so that would make us the best to take part of whatever ritual they're setting up.

Why here? This place must be important for some reason that we don't necessarily know.

And finally... because while we might be in trouble, they might be in even more trouble.

[ courier laughs again, but this time? it carries the air of someone who, again, knows they are in an untenable situation. something cold and less amused, somewhat resigned... ]

So my instinct says? Basically, "uh oh".