Kuja notes the suspicion but doesn't mind in the least, smiling faintly to herself. She couldn't be more used to suspicion, considering the people she'd lived and worked among. As for herself, why, distrust is her métier! She congratulates herself for being helpful, as she is in a beneficent frame of mind today, and it is something she's been trying to improve upon. You don't need a reason to help people--hadn't someone said that?--but she does have a reason, and it is self-betterment, however lost that cause might be. Even her benevolence is yet quite selfish.

She does not precisely watch Zinc dress, but she does not do anything as definite as look away, as she is indifferent to the matter. She doesn't offer to help or seem to pay attention to how trying the woman finds the task. Instead, she narrates, in a soft, careless tone.

"There are many of us here, all females--of a sort. Of various races, but most are human or humanlike in form." She counts herself among the latter. "You might be here but a day, or remain for a year and a day. There is no way of telling."