For her part, Saber had observed that, at the very least, the people aboard the strange ship had been friendly enough, even if what they told her had been confusing. She had no Holy Grail to impart important knowledge of her new environment this time. But it was not her way to panic or lose her head, even if she had been prone to despair. But her need for answers kept her going.

Accustomed as she was to bowing, the offered hand came as a mild surprise to her, but she accepted it, regardless. It appeared to be a modern custom. "Well-met, Cagalli Yula Atha. I am called Saber."