[SURE, there COULD be someone here who could curse him, but Henry doesn't mind that possibility too much with the ability to dispel in his toolkit. Still, Anna is their focus; Henry walks up to the pod and presses a hand against it.]

Looks like we'll just have to jot this container down on your map and call it a day for this mysterious Anna. I mean, until we either get loaded with gold, oooor until they release them in an act of goodwill.

[Henry pauses for a moment before turning back to Cordelia.]

Say. Why do you think we were picked, and not... I dunno. Chrom, or someone like that?