[ Well that she knew, she nods, drawing her eyes down over the weapons racks and around the room again. There's the more solid line to her outward pleasantness, the flat line to the shifting sands, calculates, places, and turns back again with the information in hand. ]

I've seen it, sort of. Children are given guns young on Pandora, they hurt each other before they even really understand what they're doing. [ her shoulder lifts, falls again, it is what it is. ] I imagine we're no better until we really know what this means.

[ A placid acceptance that the worst will happen, because it always does. Her expectations are somewhat low, she doesn't have hate or fear in it. People will be this way, no more, no less. But that's for another time - for now, there's a need to stand and fend for herself.

So she shakes her head politely, she'll work out in a little bit if they have any elemental tech worth noting. Doesn't need to bother him with that, an inspection she can do privately. Especially once she has a room where she doesn't need to worry about the stretch out of her own powers. ] No sir, thank you. I think I know where to start now.