"Yeah. Just machinery that people have to steer for themselves, even." That might have been changing soon, except nothing's changing there anymore. Fucking Incursions. On the other hand, her world ended in the poetically-appropriate fire. No stomping. That's something like a mercy.

"I hope so too." She very much doubts it stopped. It sounds too much like an attack, an invasion of some kind. Maybe the rest of his crew lucked out, and it won't hurt her to let him hold onto that hope.