it is nothing she had ever dreamed of, let alone could imagine - or well, she could, if she tried, she just isn't sure she wants to. She had spent her life fighting an Empire, global in nature, the best that the English could muster, and then some. Knights, Lycans and Vampires. It had taken her across continents. It had cost her everything, and to know that it continued on to perhaps a bigger scale?

Just what had this woman seen then? Her mouths pulls, eyebrows up - a mild expression of surprise, perhaps sympathy, if never pity. "Then I shall count myself grateful for you company, and glad that they do not have what you speak." Faint, a smile, she jokes where she shouldn't. Amused in the worst sort of way. "That or envious, that you know of such things, but is is my first time... off my own planet, I suppose that's natural."

What an odd thing to say. It shows, a frown like she can't quite believe those words just came out of her mouth.