If Rokuro were more aware of Codi's internal machinations, he might be disturbed at how swiftly and effectively she has learned to wrangle him. The window trick works like a charm. Upon being given a job to do, Rokuro's attention shifts from ruminating over the many reasons for his discomfort to the task at hand.

He twists in his seat to open the window and peer through it. Rokuro hasn't been entirely helpful in the 'identification' phase of the mission, given he doesn't recognize most of the equipment he sees around him, never mind understand it's uses, but in this specific case? Knowledge of technology isn't necessary.

A sharp inhale, singular crimson eye widening.

"People. It is carrying people. They appear unwell... perhaps these are sick prisoners who no longer suit the Sylphid's purpose." A hard swallow. They don't have laboratories in feudal Japan, but those deemed sick with contagious illness are rejected by society at best, and sentenced to death in mass graves at worst.

"I do not believe they are being transported to another medical facility." Coolly, in spite of his clenching stomach. Crammed thoughtlessly into the back of the truck without provision or attendants, the intended destination of these prisoners is all too clear.