Mal hunched her shoulders, playing it off like she wasn't listening very closely. In fact, she was quite interested, even as she looked off into the distance at those odd glass shards. The odd thing, of course, was that she was not certain what they were risking by discussing this. Certainly something frightening enough to account for the workforce's threats, but there had been no real way of getting specifics without - well. Getting them hands-on.

"Well, of course," she mused. "No sense in making a lie more complicated than it needs to be. Although they did tip their hands a bit when they put up penalties for disagreeing." It reminded her of home, although of course she knew what the penalties were for going outside of the norm at home, and had ignored them. It was easy enough to decide what rules do and don't apply to you if you can frighten the makers of said rules into leaving you alone.

She smiled, displaying perfect teeth, and stretched out a hand somewhat awkwardly as they walked. "Mal. Milena, if you prefer, but I don't."