[ Inwardly, she thinks of course they miss me, though she tries not to let her mind wander too much to the state of things where she was taken from, fresh off the heels of fighting with a friend and on the precipice of a major battle. Definitely not ideal timing. If she lets herself think about it too much, it's going to sour her mood even more, so she shakes her head once at his question, honing in on the what kinda place are you from part. ]

A place about as shitty as this. [ She nods her head towards one of the windows, where outside, everything looks like your staple apocalyptic zombie abandoned town. Actually, the sight is pretty familiar, all things considered. ] Except where I'm from, the apocalypse happened over a century ago. Whatever happened here seems like it happened more recently...

[ It's all very casual, the way she talks about it. The apocalypse, officially named Nightfall, is a fact of life for everyone that lives in the world she came from. The event happened so long ago, and so far away from her birth, that she has no lingering feelings about being stuck in a world like it — can't miss what you never had, and all that.

It helps, too, that despite the state of her world, there are still people like this boy in it. In him, she sees the kind people in Rustfire, who do genuinely only want the best for the people around them, even if it means wading into danger and sacrificing themself. She can respect that. ]

You know, there's probably people that miss you too, dummy. What about your fellow soldiers?