"I've met him, he's very nice, even though people wanted to use him for bad things," she smiles brightly. "I have a Connor back home. He reminds me of him. People wanted to use us for bad things too" She fights to keep any trace of sadness out of her voice and expression. Sometimes it hits her how much she misses him in particular. All of them, actually.

"He was lucky to have you there to help him. Not everyone will give up something important to them for someone else." Most people won't. Most are selfish and the worst in them comes out when bad things happen. When they'd messed the country up back home that's all they'd seen: the absolute worst in people.

"What if bad people here control the mods though?" The words come out before she can really think that maybe she shouldn't say that so openly.