Man-made. Ah. [ Maleficent doesn't hide the slice of disdain that cuts through her tone. ] From my experience with the inventions of mankind, nearly everything they can dream up is used as a weapon of some sort.

[ She's seen it in her years: tools forged from the bowels of their buildings. Even the items not explicitly meant as weapons are used to destroy, to change. Tools to clear the forest, to turn trees and stone into materials used to then expand their properties, and killing what stands in their way. Taking what was never theirs to take. ]

I have no doubt that these creations would be used against us. Our... hosts may not be human, but clearly they utilise human culture as part of their little experiment. [ Bringing them to a human city, a human party. The humans here may be strange and not seem very much like humans at all with their odd... blankness, their stagnant reactions, but they're modeled after some sort of human life.

She hesitates, looking back up to him for a moment before holding up her own arm, and using her opposite hand to peel the long glove down off of it, dropping it on the floor without concern. There upon her wrist is her own metallic band, and it glows orange. Hesitant though she is about revealing any of this, maybe he's familiar with this sort of thing. And it's alarming to her that they've been placed into different colours. ]

They are categorising us, as well. Is your technology back home also used for such things? Have you seen it before?