Rafaela’s answers made Aki wonder. In Amria, as far as she knew only she and Kire were the Paladins, even though, technically, Aki was from Earth. Did Paladins always come in twos? From the look on Rafaela’s face, though, she wasn’t all that happy with her charge. How long had she been Paladin? The world-weariness coming off of her gave Akira the impression that it had been a long while. Her earlier suspicion about the woman’s attitude towards the second Paladin was confirmed, which all but added to the cynicism she was getting from Rafaela. Good lord, she had just woken up, but this whole thing felt so tiring already. How did Kire deal with this stuff?<br/><br/>Akira glanced towards the door again. She saw nothing, and she wondered if her Ring was on the fritz again or something. Experimentally, she shifted position, cringing at the dull ache in her sides. At least it wasn’t as bad as the stabbing pain she felt earlier. “So, I take it that not only do you two not get along, but that she doesn’t get along with the law well, either,” Aki replied with a chuckle. “Well, okay. You look like a lawful-good-type. You and my friend should meet. Two peas in a pod.” Still, Aki couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching them, and based on personal experience, it wasn’t a feeling she wanted to revisit.<br/><br/>Craning her neck towards the door, Aki frowned. “You better be right about it being safe in here, “ she murmured, not so much at Rafaela but to herself. She didn’t want to question this serious woman’s judgment, but being stranded in a foreign world added to Akira’s paranoia. “And, uh. Maybe some real clothes might be in order. Promise I’ll pay you back when I can.”