Maribel didn't disagree with that, really. If the people that came from this civilization felt it was akin to grave robbing, well, they should be listened to. Her curiosity and potential involvement in any of it started and ended with making sure no one was trying to take advantage of, or acquire something dangerous. Call her paranoid (she is, she is paranoid).

"You want me to just...what? Take a swing at you?" Like...it wouldn't hurt. If it connected at all. And she was pretty sure it wouldn't unless he just let her hit him. Rolling her shoulders and blowing out a breath, Rook shifted her weight and brought her hands up into a defensive position and attempted to take a quick jab at his shoulder.