...sails the night sky. She only looks more skeptical at the answer that's somewhere between poetic and nonsensical (what does "not-magic" even mean?). If any of it seemed to make sense to her, it was the part about rules.

Then again: knives and primitive armor. Doesn't seem at a glance like any of Earth's groups who've resisted modernizing, but then she's really no expert on the subject, so it can't be totally discounted. Really, who knows what kind of crazy nonsense people get into on Earth?

She shakes her head, eying the girl appraisingly.

"...figured it was a ship. I need to speak to someone in charge."