Well, Zelda notes as she looks her captors up and down, escape is right out. No tools, no magic, and if they're as formidable as they look she's as likely to take them down hand to hand as she would a pair of Iron Knuckles.

So for the moment her path is clear: watch, wait, see if she can get a grasp on the situation and her new friends, try not to add 'imprisonment' to her worryingly ever-growing list of involuntary relocations.

"Of course," she says, summoning her most winsome smile.

"I would be glad to be of service. But before I begin, might I request a chair? The past few days have been unpleasant and I'm feeling rather faint."