Ace tilted his head back and forth. "From the surface level, there didn't seem to be anything to give to cause to be captured or killed, but," he started, crossing his arms and legs. "Medical records show that each of the victims have an artificial pancreas device to help with, you know, diabetes and such." He turned his head towards Senna. "That's the only sort of connection I've found so far."
Z silently passed by the group and stopped in front of a doorway. She signed something to Ace but spelled out what she wanted to say, in another language, instead of words. Ace gave her a confused look, even if he did understand what she was saying, before she walked away.