They didn't get us all like they wanted to, some colonies lived on, Earth lived on...

[ But there's a note in her voice that says she doesn't entirely disagree with him. It might be a win on paper, humanity may have persevered against all odds, but the losses they took were nigh incalculable. She's not sure you can call that a win. Survival, sure, but not a win.

Especially considering the things humanity did to itself to get there. Things like Project Freelancer.

She keeps a tight hold, doesn't let herself get thrown loose. Even talking as they are she isn't distracted, she's watching what's coming and what they leave behind, but as they take that tight turn she feels more than sees something coming. Not some uncanny sense, no, just soldier's instinct. ]

Watch out, something feels— off.

[ She looses one arm from his torso to grab the dagger, as if that'll do much against the things out here. Fuck, she misses guns right now. ]