[ There was clear skepticism on the Altean's face as he looked the Galra over. He was dressed like one of Zarkon's stooges. However, the Galra had a loose grip on him so Sen pulled away taking one step back from the other. Thankfully, there was enough strength in his legs to keep him standing. There's a long examining look, trying to find any hint or lie in that neutral expression. When the words are spoken though there's a curious glance he gives the other. ]

How can i trust you on that? No Galran would let an Altean free from the Emperor...unless...

[ He folds his arms giving the man another once over; ]

What's your name? And if you aren't taking me to Zarkon who are you taking me to?