The advantage to having tracked Cal for so long, even going so far as to slice his personal comm channels, is that she's aware of his behavior, his speech, certain tendencies in mood and action. That's what makes for successful Inquisitors, at least, and the Second Sister knows this too. In this case, she feels comfortable enough in taking him at his word.

She's reached out through the Force as well and has felt something like what he's describing now. This place is foreign and troubling, unlike any world she's come across before. Part of her is curious by it; that part of her which has yet to be warped, twisted up, or destroyed by the Empire. The rest of her is suspicious, annoyed and ready to harness her anger and employ it in punishing whatever or whoever is behind all of this.

"Yes, that sums the situation up adequately enough," she says, her breath coming out in a long puff on the chill air. "And here we are, at every disadvantage. Speaking of—" Trilla moves her hand again, reaching out through the Force and picking up the shovel nearby. The crude tool sails through the air, shoving itself into the snow by Cal's feet. "You might need this, wherever you two are going. By all appearances, this weather won't be letting up anytime soon."