"Hmph," says Jasper. "More than me." She doesn't sound in the slightest bit envious. "Haven't had to deal with the blasted things for five thousand years."

She had some experience with them, back in the day, of course; Pink Diamond needed a lot of human settlements cleared out. Jasper's face wrinkles about her nose as she remembers. It was unpleasant. Messy.

She huffs through her teeth, because that is the only avenue for huffing she possesses, and mutters, "And now this. Go figure."