At this point Shadiya began piecing things together, based on her brother's attitude and the young woman standing before them she gave the girl a quick look over and noticed that underneath the random assortment of gold jewelry worn about her wrists and ankles there were bruises... no that was the wrong word. There were scars, the kind slaves had if they ever managed to remove their shackles, ones that came from years of wearing a tight fitted metal item around a limb. "Oh, she's the one who captured the dungeon that Shaqeeq died in." she stated now fully understanding all of the tension in this room. In answer to this Yasmin simply nodded. "Yes, I am that person, your brother here also broke my metal vessel as soon as I emerged from said dungeon." she said only to hear what Fudo had to say to go along with the questions asked by Kaarim and she also seemed to understand what he was getting at. "Hmm, it's fine. I expected this wouldn't go well. I didn't expect her to be as nice as she is." she said referencing Shadiya. Still her blue eyes were rather concentrated upon the purple haired man in this group she was waiting to see what he would do. "I am not a slave and no one else should be, it's why I am still here."
Meanwhile, Nasira was waiting for something to start and as such she began bouncing on her left foot. Concentration on what was being said waiting on the trigger so she could be at the side of whichever of her comrades would have the most use of her at a moment's notice. But as she got comfortable in this, her concentration was altered by the black haired man that Bakura had previously bumped into asking who she was. She glanced in this man's direction and gave an answer, partly because as she was a basically raised with Fudo she had no desire to be rude if it wasn't necessary and partly because up to this point he'd done nothing to deserve her abject disregard. "My name is Nasira." she mentioned as the rhythm of her hopping returned.