"It would certainly beat the rocks at Tiffany's," she concedes with a smirk.

She doesn't fault them for the lack of explanations. She wouldn't go around telling strangers about how the defenses work either. It's a basic safety tactic, and that's why she intends to earn the right to ask.

The crashing thunder makes her wince. It's not her favorite thing in the world. But she isn't afraid of it--it seems to piss her off, actually. (She's got issues.) "I've never been to this part of the planet before, so I don't really know what they look like where I'm from. What do you call them now?"