The word Jedi didn't mean anything to Grace of course, so she just looked at the man who had been the victim when they started all of this. What the hell was a Jedi anyway. Blinking at the mechanical hand (another wtf moment honestly) Grace just squared her chin up and met his stare, because honestly, she wasn't going to take death threats from one of the few people who were here.

"Okay but," Grace began, her hands in front of her, palms up, one extended towards the younger man and one towards the older one. "How do you even know that you can kill people here? With all of the things going on, he could just come back. We all could. Lacuna wants subjects and we're a small enough pool that all of us are important. You can't just try and spend every day attempting to kill one another. There's six of us here. Six. Are you seriously going to keep trying to kill everyone? Because that doesn't seem like a good long term goal to me." She kept her voice very calm, every inch the diplomat that she was and had been, like when she went to Russia and druggedly stared down a Russian general.

At least the possibility of dying wasn't a new one to her. Probably a good thing, right?