The French woman watched as the group went over their abilities, to an extent. The sight of two spoons hovering in midair was, surprising to be sure, but no more than her gun spontaneously falling apart - and that thanks to the other woman, of course. "Disassembly" indeed; by the strange voice that echoed out, harsh but not unlike that of the German in her house, Till seemed capable of doing such by himself already. She even got a sample of Taras' power more directly; though she'd meant to bandage the poor girl's wounds as soon as she was reminded, oh yes, these people were quite sorely wounded, by the time she'd reached the cabinet containing her medical supplies, they seemed to be healing up by themselves.

What a queer collection of individuals. "Stand Users"...

'I have heard that term before, "Stand Users",' she confirmed, licking her lips in hard thought. 'They might be that too. But, you saw what I meant, surely? They were, ah... Not alive? Their spark is gone? Not conscious, not like you.' She anxiously hoped her point was getting across: whatever was controlling them, it was not a sentient human mind. 'If they can do such things to as great an extent as they showed, no wonder they are nearly invincible. Our latest encounter aside, the only other one I know who's-' Abruptly, she stiffened up and slammed her mouth shut, eyes widening as if she'd come close to revealing something confidential.

'...I should not be so [i]blasé[/i]. I still do not know that you are with us, of course,' she explained, words somewhat spilling from her even as her accent thickened with mild annoyance. 'Or, indeed, [i]who[/i] you are with, if not the Germans, because there are several different nationalities in here at once. Would you care to explain that, [i]mes amies[/i], or am I to expect that the power to flail my cutlery is a sign of good faith?'

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