River considers that before tilting her head in slight acceptance. "I suppose that's true enough."

She'd lived her early life in a place similar enough to this, a place meant to shape her, guide her down a certain path. This path is, apparently, different. There's the impression of kindness underneath it. But River has never trusted easily, and she can't help wondering when that mask is going to drop.

"And this Ancient seems the type to believe her cause justifies her actions. Whatever they may be."