Ginger stops leaning on his leg, and begins pacing on his side of the room, deliberately and rather annoyingly, "So... I'm stranded, in unfamiliar territory, with a ruthless enemy, and my only hope of getting home is putting my faith in some people that I've never encountered, and have no reason to believe can't handle themselves. You speak as if your society is a utopia, but clearly something is amiss if you must rely upon [i]our[/i] help. Why else would you not simply send us home? Would that not be the just thing to do?"