Oh, look at you, syllables... [ She picked up on those big words, Thor, and seems quite amused by it for the moment. He's not wrong, after all, she has been pretty damn sheltered up until now, up until six months ago when she'd somehow managed to land herself on the Eluvio and then here.

Really, when she'd thought of how she hadn't belonged on that ship, she might've preferred to return to her dystopian wasteland. ]

I think you'll find that for a sheltered regent's granddaughter I can hold my own a bit more than you're thinking.

But I appreciate the thought, I guess.