For a moment, Freeza does not, and cannot move, weighing precisely how he wants to tackle this. Agent Eight strikes him as very akin to others he has encountered for, who tended to have an air of genuineness that he automatically either did not trust or could not fully comprehend. But it is ultimately harmless, and he finds himself glancing around to give himself a clear idea of what others are doing before somewhat fastidiously taking a seat, legs folding under him, tail settling around him.