Atara decided not go get involved in the conversation. It wasn't like her input was really important. Rather, she was in guard mode, eyes ceaselessly scanning the room for threats. She tilted her head slightly as she looked at the window, wondering if it would be an easy route if they had to escape. The weird old man hadn't chained them up or locked them in or told them they couldn't leave, but that didn't mean he was trustworthy or that he would let them leave. Of course, they could overpower him, unless he had some major weapons, but that wasn't the point.