Kanti looks at the Dians back and forth again and, in the back of her mind, realizes that this may be a staple of her life now. Looking back and fourth at people making ridiculous suggestions.

"We shouldn't," she says a little weakly. "They don't look very friendly."

It's the kindest way she can say what is blaring in her head, which is 'They look like they would cut us open just to see if we swallowed anything valuable at some point'. At least, that's what they seem to be radiating. She can't tell entirely. They look like they're wearing sunglasses.