[Falling out. As if to imply that this 'relationship' between those like herself and those issuing ultimatum (or what Midna interprets as ultimatum) is anything more than necessity. She could say quite a bit over that, but chooses largely not to. Frankly, she doesn't have enough information to make a real solid conclusion. All she has to go on right now is what she's been told, and how she feels.

She's not ready to swallow any of that as truth. Words, after all, are only words.

Midna watches his attention move. He came with food and looks like he could probably fill himself up with some more. She's been a little apprehensive to try the food herself, but if he's still managing, she'll probably be fine, too. She sets her gaze back onto him more properly, still smiling.]

A brute tends to be known for his brawn, not for his wit. I believe my implication was that should a brute have the minimum intelligence needed to question information, that there's hope for the rest of the people here. A little, anyway.

[But if he walks like a brute, talks like a brute, acts like a brute, then he's probably a brute.]