Byerly's picked the right story to get her attention, at least. There's enough to it that she's not entirely sure where to begin--with his cousin, with the noblemen he mentions, with the technology they have here if they can do something like changing a person's sex that easily.
They also have space travel, according to him--like, real space travel. You're probably not supposed to be surprised about the last one. But it still seems impressive to her, the way he mentions it as off-handedly as if his cousin stopped by the store for a gallon of milk.
She thinks maybe he's trying to be nice, the way he tells her she's going to be all right, but the words are such a departure from everything else that she's not entirely sure what to do with them. After a moment, she shrugs. All right is relative, and they're still stuck out here in the middle of nowhere. Even if they weren't, her relative safety is another thing she's pretty sure she's not in the mood to discuss with him.
"Don't you have countesses here?" is what she finally asks, sidestepping all her other questions and vague concerns for the moment.
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They also have space travel, according to him--like, real space travel. You're probably not supposed to be surprised about the last one. But it still seems impressive to her, the way he mentions it as off-handedly as if his cousin stopped by the store for a gallon of milk.
She thinks maybe he's trying to be nice, the way he tells her she's going to be all right, but the words are such a departure from everything else that she's not entirely sure what to do with them. After a moment, she shrugs. All right is relative, and they're still stuck out here in the middle of nowhere. Even if they weren't, her relative safety is another thing she's pretty sure she's not in the mood to discuss with him.
"Don't you have countesses here?" is what she finally asks, sidestepping all her other questions and vague concerns for the moment.